take all the courage you have left {bros v hoes}
Jul 2, 2016 17:40:23 GMT -5
Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Jul 2, 2016 17:40:23 GMT -5
and every heartbeat was a scream |
The sweetness of bitter grapes has not so much as kissed my lips for three days now, but god do I fucking need it. Release from the constant aching in my chest- the memories of those before me turning my world on its head. When I close my eyes it is Stevie and it is Percy, it is Justice and Machaon with spears through their throats and sliced hearts strung up on skeletal hands. And I am a fool with a heart made of snowflake obsidian, melting under the strain of passion and pain.
It's astounding, how weak I have become without the needles and the pills, the bottles to which I lost myself within nightly. This all feels wrong, smiling at a fond memory and feeling my heart swell near three times its normal size. This all feels wrong, throat closing and eyes watering at the mere mention of a name which had no fucking meaning to me three weeks before. If you asked me then, I would have said this would be easy.
Last night I held a Machaon's sword, blade digging into my palm as blood crawled down my wrist and off of my elbow. Ruby rain sunk into the cracks of a stone foundation. The arena is hungry, begging for blood and for bodies. Only one of us makes it out of this alive. It's not going to be me. It could damn well be none of them. So I told myself it would be better to let them die. Without pain, without worry. To draw this old blade across their throats and listen to two hearts stop beating.
They were sleeping. It would be easy. Poetic, even, to end their lives with an ally's blade. I sat for a long time, thin streams of blood staining bare legs. I gathered every bit of courage I could manage, sucking in a breath of bitter air. My eyes were closed, I couldn't watch this.
And I cried because I didn't know what else to do.
I hope I die before them. I can't stand watching another friend fall to my feet, the smiles that I grew to love sewn to their lips before everything is still and they are gone. Percy was supposed to be okay. Stevie was supposed to be okay.
I can't lose Justice and Machaon too. I won't let that fucking happen.
I'll fucking kill them, if they go and die.
We leave the fires behind, stumbling along like lost lambs. We are pigs strung up by our heels, gutted and empty and waiting for slaughter. Even the sun weeps for the souls of the damned, the children locked away in this gruesome game of cat and mouse. His tears have found their way into shallow craters, filling every crack with radiance and warmth. It's nothing like the sweltering heat to which several layers of my skin had succumbed, leaving it raw and tender.
I stop for a moment, left in complete and utter awe of the beauty that found its way into a place overcome by ugly. I smile for a moment, grabbing Machaon and Justice's wrists to stop them with me. "Reminds me of a sun." They're fighting- over what I don't think I'll ever understand. I had spent most of the night trapped inside of my own head, mourning Stevie with sobs behind sealed lips. "It doesn't matter, y'know, where we were. Who we were before coming here. We were always under the same sun, no matter how different, always the same sun."
When figures emerge from the darkness below, my heart fucking sinks. I was hoping never to see those faces again. Hoping that Percy's allies would leave well enough alone. But I know now is not the time for mercy. Not if I want to survive. If I want them to survive.
I feel a fool for letting my heart be stolen so easily.
"I was really, really hoping it wouldn't come to this." And the words are genuine, like teeth pulled from a broken mouth. "May the best pawn win."
And I swing because I don't know what else to do.
[attacks petra -- warhammer]
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[BROKEN RIGHT FEMUR -- 7.5 damage]
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