give me a sign {cato}
Jan 17, 2017 23:10:29 GMT -5
Post by knuckles on Jan 17, 2017 23:10:29 GMT -5
Ikaia Miristioma Twenty-one | Male | District Eleven |
"Ikky, I'm tired."
Junior had been complaining for at least an hour now, yet Ikaia refused to stop. He was on a mission to find a new home, a new place to live, but was it really worth putting the twins in danger? Having another death on his hands would only completely sever the tether holding him together. Iain died because he didn't volunteer for him, and every second of every single day it devoured him. All he had to do was volunteer, take the stage, and enter the games. Sadly, it was in the past, and Ikaia didn't have the power to change the past.
A heavy sigh left his chest as he threw the pack over his shoulder, "Alright, boys, we'll stop here for now. Rest, eat, drink some water." But the moment he turned towards Junior, he knew something more was wrong. His pale face glared back at him.
It's probably just heat exhaustion.
In winter weather? It was very unlikely.
He grabbed a jacket from his bag and used it to set up a tent of sorts to block out the sun. Not knowing much about healing was a struggle. While Kirito went one way learning how to heal, Ikaia went the other. He took up farming, and he became a working man. He was the man of the house until the Capitol stole it all away, and now he was nothing more than an unworthy peasant.
Pulling some fruit from his bag, he handed some to Ekain and Junior. Ekain took it without problem, but Junior on the other hand wasn't taking anything. "I'm not hungry, Ikky." All the tricks he learned growing up left his mind, but he knew one thing. Ikaia placed the back of his hand on the boy's forehead -
"You're burning up, Junior." The words slipped past his lips before he could stop them. "Here, drink some water."
It was obvious that he was in over his head, but he had a plan, and he wanted to stick to it. He didn't want anything to happen. Hopefully in the morning, Junior would feel better, and they could continue their journey home. Home wasn't where he grew up; home was in district four where the tsunami almost killed him. But Kirito was there to save him just like he saved Ma. Ikaia couldn't even save Pa when he suffered from the heat stroke, he couldn't save Iain from the games, and now he was watching his own son fall ill. Where did he go wrong? What did he do to deserve this?
Running away from home probably wasn't the smartest answer, yet he had no choice. The feelings of being held down only trapped him within the never ending glory his brother carried around. It was always about Kirito, and Ikaia couldn't take it anymore, and he wouldn't take it anymore. This was for his own life. It offered him a new beginning, but was it really worth it right now? Putting Junior and Ekain in danger?
He slid down against a tree wrapping the twin boys in his arms.
But when he reached the ground, a twig snapped beneath the weight of his body. If anyone was out there, he was surely going to end up caught, and his only hope was for his twins to survive.
Junior had been complaining for at least an hour now, yet Ikaia refused to stop. He was on a mission to find a new home, a new place to live, but was it really worth putting the twins in danger? Having another death on his hands would only completely sever the tether holding him together. Iain died because he didn't volunteer for him, and every second of every single day it devoured him. All he had to do was volunteer, take the stage, and enter the games. Sadly, it was in the past, and Ikaia didn't have the power to change the past.
A heavy sigh left his chest as he threw the pack over his shoulder, "Alright, boys, we'll stop here for now. Rest, eat, drink some water." But the moment he turned towards Junior, he knew something more was wrong. His pale face glared back at him.
It's probably just heat exhaustion.
In winter weather? It was very unlikely.
He grabbed a jacket from his bag and used it to set up a tent of sorts to block out the sun. Not knowing much about healing was a struggle. While Kirito went one way learning how to heal, Ikaia went the other. He took up farming, and he became a working man. He was the man of the house until the Capitol stole it all away, and now he was nothing more than an unworthy peasant.
Pulling some fruit from his bag, he handed some to Ekain and Junior. Ekain took it without problem, but Junior on the other hand wasn't taking anything. "I'm not hungry, Ikky." All the tricks he learned growing up left his mind, but he knew one thing. Ikaia placed the back of his hand on the boy's forehead -
"You're burning up, Junior." The words slipped past his lips before he could stop them. "Here, drink some water."
It was obvious that he was in over his head, but he had a plan, and he wanted to stick to it. He didn't want anything to happen. Hopefully in the morning, Junior would feel better, and they could continue their journey home. Home wasn't where he grew up; home was in district four where the tsunami almost killed him. But Kirito was there to save him just like he saved Ma. Ikaia couldn't even save Pa when he suffered from the heat stroke, he couldn't save Iain from the games, and now he was watching his own son fall ill. Where did he go wrong? What did he do to deserve this?
Running away from home probably wasn't the smartest answer, yet he had no choice. The feelings of being held down only trapped him within the never ending glory his brother carried around. It was always about Kirito, and Ikaia couldn't take it anymore, and he wouldn't take it anymore. This was for his own life. It offered him a new beginning, but was it really worth it right now? Putting Junior and Ekain in danger?
He slid down against a tree wrapping the twin boys in his arms.
But when he reached the ground, a twig snapped beneath the weight of his body. If anyone was out there, he was surely going to end up caught, and his only hope was for his twins to survive.
