too good // affron's end
Feb 20, 2017 21:23:45 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Feb 20, 2017 21:23:45 GMT -5
a f f r o n w i l l i a m s
Stale liquor tainted his lips when he woke up that morning and remained with him for the rest of the day, despite his desperate attempts at scrubbing it away with his newly acquired toothpaste. When he spat the paste into the sink and rinsed it away, he half-expected the memories of last night to wash away as well. His memories were fuzzy, but he couldn't forget the mouthwatering feeling of having a pair of lips pressed to his in a drunken stupor of love. The two boys were intoxicated, but Affron couldn't remember if they were intoxicated by the liquor or by their feelings for each other.
The pounding in his head intensified every time he attempted to put an effort into training that day. Instead, he focused on sneaking glances at his district partner. Watching every move he made. He noticed the way the curve in his spine shifted whenever he'd toss a throwing knife, how his skin and bones frame had now began to show definition with the training and proper eating habits, how his eyes would shimmer anytime an instructor would teach him something new, his nervous habits, the way he approached the other tributes with kindness and a smile. All the quirks about him made Affron certain that he was, if he hadn't already, falling in love with Sage Scarborough. He wondered if the other boy thought about him as much as he did. Whether he constantly snuck glances at him in the training centre, or if he remembered their lips touching last night in a flurry of alcohol underneath the constellations.
It was 1 A.M. the next morning when Affron just couldn't handle the headache of the hungover feelings he held inside of him. He wrapped on Sage's room, despite the fact that he may have been disturbing the younger boy's sleep. The seconds it took for Sage to open the door felt like a lifetime. The door opened by just a sliver and Affron could see Sage rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Affron?| he questioned, in a raspy, sleepy voice and it just made me melt oh my god he is so perfect how cute he is sleepy and how his body curved through the fabric of his pajamas and the way he tilted his head when he called my name and how he drawls my name like it was made perfectly for his lips and how soft his skin was that night when they kissed and how badly he wanted those same lips on his and how his bedhead even looked perfect and oh my fucking god i am in so much fucking love right now-
Pure impulse caused the boy from District 12 to wrap his arms around the smaller boy and bring his lips to his. Their lips seemed to fit together like the final puzzle piece of a jigsaw, melting Sage into his touch as he received the kiss back. He backed them into Sage's room and shut the door behind them as he grinned into Sage's skin. He pulled away just long enough to take a breathe and say, "I've waited so long," before he pulled them back together in a reunion of affection from the night before. This time, he knew they were sober.
In a tangle of sheets and sweaty skin, both boys almost forgot about their circumstances in the games. He was so close to the edge of death, yet he felt like he was on top of the world. He woke up that morning and for the first time in his life, truly felt alive.
Her name was Eva Hope and she was the tribute from District 8. They had never met, yet he had admired her. He admired the will she had to fight and the strength she had to volunteer as a victim to the Capitol's regime. He had been doing well - only having been thrown to the ground by a couple of tributes who were advancing towards their chosen items in the bloodbath - but all it took was one fatal blow to the skull that sent Affron to his demise. Eva Hope had killed Affron Williams, but he still admired her.
The chaos of the bloodbath didn't give him much time to think, but his final thoughts consisted of the one thing that he wanted to protect - Sage Scarborough.
He had failed him.
"I'm sorry Sage," he whispered as he gave up fighting the pain pulsing through his crushed skull.
And he uttered the words he never got to tell his district partner.
"I love you,"
The pounding in his head intensified every time he attempted to put an effort into training that day. Instead, he focused on sneaking glances at his district partner. Watching every move he made. He noticed the way the curve in his spine shifted whenever he'd toss a throwing knife, how his skin and bones frame had now began to show definition with the training and proper eating habits, how his eyes would shimmer anytime an instructor would teach him something new, his nervous habits, the way he approached the other tributes with kindness and a smile. All the quirks about him made Affron certain that he was, if he hadn't already, falling in love with Sage Scarborough. He wondered if the other boy thought about him as much as he did. Whether he constantly snuck glances at him in the training centre, or if he remembered their lips touching last night in a flurry of alcohol underneath the constellations.
It was 1 A.M. the next morning when Affron just couldn't handle the headache of the hungover feelings he held inside of him. He wrapped on Sage's room, despite the fact that he may have been disturbing the younger boy's sleep. The seconds it took for Sage to open the door felt like a lifetime. The door opened by just a sliver and Affron could see Sage rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Affron?| he questioned, in a raspy, sleepy voice and it just made me melt oh my god he is so perfect how cute he is sleepy and how his body curved through the fabric of his pajamas and the way he tilted his head when he called my name and how he drawls my name like it was made perfectly for his lips and how soft his skin was that night when they kissed and how badly he wanted those same lips on his and how his bedhead even looked perfect and oh my fucking god i am in so much fucking love right now-
Pure impulse caused the boy from District 12 to wrap his arms around the smaller boy and bring his lips to his. Their lips seemed to fit together like the final puzzle piece of a jigsaw, melting Sage into his touch as he received the kiss back. He backed them into Sage's room and shut the door behind them as he grinned into Sage's skin. He pulled away just long enough to take a breathe and say, "I've waited so long," before he pulled them back together in a reunion of affection from the night before. This time, he knew they were sober.
In a tangle of sheets and sweaty skin, both boys almost forgot about their circumstances in the games. He was so close to the edge of death, yet he felt like he was on top of the world. He woke up that morning and for the first time in his life, truly felt alive.
Her name was Eva Hope and she was the tribute from District 8. They had never met, yet he had admired her. He admired the will she had to fight and the strength she had to volunteer as a victim to the Capitol's regime. He had been doing well - only having been thrown to the ground by a couple of tributes who were advancing towards their chosen items in the bloodbath - but all it took was one fatal blow to the skull that sent Affron to his demise. Eva Hope had killed Affron Williams, but he still admired her.
The chaos of the bloodbath didn't give him much time to think, but his final thoughts consisted of the one thing that he wanted to protect - Sage Scarborough.
He had failed him.
"I'm sorry Sage," he whispered as he gave up fighting the pain pulsing through his crushed skull.
And he uttered the words he never got to tell his district partner.
"I love you,"
