♞ No White Knights ♞ [Riordan/Salome]
Feb 24, 2017 22:17:18 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Feb 24, 2017 22:17:18 GMT -5
Don't be afraid to fall.
Fear was only created by the heart. A basic emotion to lock away the insides of a heart, putting up walls to allow a person to hollow themselves out. Only bones and flesh left in a walking mistake. An answer wrong, but couldn't quite get erased from the reality of society. Riordan Einfallen was a mistake since he was born. His parents made it clear. His adopted brother had made it clear. I hate you. The world that he lived in had made it clear. Wrong. That's all he was. A wrong person with a pathetic excuse of an existence. Cassiopeia's words still run through his head. Why did he volunteer?
His answer would have been to die, weeks ago, but now he didn't know. Why was he fighting to live still? Running away was more of what it was, but there was no running from death. Death would catch up to him eventually, but why should he even try to fight it. Giving up wasn't his style, but if he truly didn't want to live, then why continue to fight. There's nothing left for him at home, but an empty building, stone headstones and wooden coffins deep in the ground. There was nothing left for him, but empty promises and broken dreams of a life he once wanted to live. This was his final act of the show. He always knew that he would give in to his wants eventually, but everything he's ever done was not supposed to come to an arena where nothing makes sense.
He's falling.
He's always been falling.
Deeper and deeper into despair.
Until he finally lands with a pressure of air. Knees colliding with the solid dirt ground in the exact same spot he had jumped in. Eyes staring at the hole for a second too long. Cassiopeia was nowhere to be found in the area, only his shattered thoughts and bleeding roses. Their blood casting red upon the ground around it as he huffs in annoyance. Remembering that Anarchy had been in the same area he had been, but in another place. Another place that he swore was a different time. A different world from his own. Another half to him that he never knew. Maybe he had been crazy the entire time and imagined half of the tributes in his mind. It wouldn't surprise him, but he still had to keep looking. He still had to find Anarchy and learn that she's alright. Alive. He had to make sure she was. He'd deal with Cassiopeia later and on his own terms.
Bones are chilled to a frozen state of disbelief as he can fear himself more than anything before. Death wasn't a fearful idea to him as he's acted it out time and time again. He's accepted that death was going to take him to his final show where he could perform for the rest of his time. Death wasn't something he wanted now. He wanted to live. Not for everyone else, since everyone was dead, but he was scared. Scared to face what he's truly faced in all of his life. No idea of if his dream would be his final resting place. He didn't want to know where he would end up, as he's committed the worst acts a person can. Never once did he believe that he was too selfish to want to not be with Jequirity.
Salome appears before him and fear disappears for a second. He wasn't alone. Not again. Eyes scan the raven-haired female that he knew little about, except that she was a kind soul. Nothing like her cousins who had murdered. Silence fills him as he can watch her carefully. Something in his heart beats in joy that she is safe. That he isn't left alone again. Terror of being alone again filled him with dread. Never will he remember what it was like to have loud rooms of lines being practiced in the dark. No violins playing a beautiful medley as he watches from afar. A smile never wavering from his face. Memories of the days that were the best of his life come crashing back to reality as Salome speaks to him.
"Thank you. There's still good here - you'll feel better if you remember that."
Good doesn't exist in a world created out of violence and evil. Temptations lie within the souls of every single person. His own temptations of selfishness filling him with fear and bravery. Though some would consider it stupidity. Good didn't exist in a world made to destroy itself out of anger and power. A sigh escapes his throat as he feels her arms wrap around him. A hug. Tears prick at his eyes for a moment as he remembers what it feels like to be hugged. It's been so long since anyone has even given him a piece of affection, that he had forgotten the warmth that fills his stomach. Then it ends so suddenly that he wants to ask for another, but shakes it off. Salome was the enemy, just like himself.
Words filled with pain and exhaustion escape his lips.
"Good doesn't exist in this world. It is only for the foolish."
Eyes glance to hers as he wipes some stray tears from his eyes. A sigh as he places his hand on his hip and other grasp the top of his snapback. Salome wasn't a dreamer like himself. Dreams of the pain vanishing as he found the field of flowers. Salome was too optimistic for her own good. After everything she'd been through, with cousins dying, he would expect her to feel something more than optimism for the world. A small frown pulls at his cheeks, until he turns it to a smile. Voice catches the air with an apology.
"Sorry. I.. just... Good things don't come to me."
Foot grazes the ground as he notices plants of sorts, he begins collecting the bundles that he could use for later. Brain remembering the time with Brooke. Flowers and plants being braided into his hair as her soft and kind eyes listened to his every word. Brooke needed to be okay. Brooke needed to be alive. Anarchy needed to be alive. The Eckharts needed to be alright. Diorite needed to be alive. Scarlett needed to be alive. They all needed to live. He wouldn't know what to do if they all perished like Zanita. Heart beats as he thinks of the night before. The touch of her hands burned into his skin as lips had connected. A closeness to someone who had been just as broken as himself. Eyes glance away from the Izar as he wants to cry again.
Don't fall Rio.
Eyes catch a silver parachute approaching him. Curiosity fills his chest as he reaches for the package, opening it as soon as it's in his hands. Crayons are inside. Silver and Lavender to be exact. Eyes roll as he notices them and quietly sets them away, pulling the gold one out of his pocket. Curiosity fills him as he thinks of things that the capitol would want them to do with it. Ideas fill his mind, until he decides what he wants to draw. A smirk pulling at his lips. He had no weapon, might as well draw one, right. Curiosity fills his stomach as he prepares to draw on the ground. Eyes concentrating on the ground beneath him.
Gold touches for a second, fear almost wanting him to stop, but he continues. A blade forming on one end, perfectly created with his precision. A smooth pole attached to the blade, giving him room to hold it. A smile pulls at his face as he notices the straight lines he makes, shading in the blade to give it a sharper look of gold. Only one more thing is attached to the drawing, a charm attached by a tiny chain that comes to a tiny violin, the size of a coin. Eyes scanning his masterpiece, he smiles with everything in him. A weapon that he wished he had. A sigh escapes his throat as he smiles back to Salome.
Next, he pulls back out the Silver crayon. Eyes it carefully as he shrugs again to himself. A circle appears first, with an opening at the top for a canteen. A silver glint from the sides as he stares at the metallic color. Shading in the canteen, with silver, he smiles back to himself. Perfect like everything he has done that was artistic. He wasn't an artist, but he was an actor. It wasn't too hard to draw, but still, how he wished they had gotten normal items from bloodbath and not some dumb crayons. A frown fills his face as he turns to Salome again.
You're not alone, Rio.
He was alone, more alone than he could even imagine.
Don't be afraid of falling. I'll catch you.
The world was made from fear and fear alone, but there was still some bravery left in the world.
Salome Izar had that bravery.
Even if she didn't know it.
(Actions done in this post:
-Riordan receives his sponsorship of a silver crayon and a lavender crayon
-Riordan collects 2 bundles of medical plants and 1 bundle of edible plants
-Riordan collects a bundle of firewood
-Riordan draws a Gold Glaive and a Silver Canteen)
-Riordan receives his sponsorship of a silver crayon and a lavender crayon
-Riordan collects 2 bundles of medical plants and 1 bundle of edible plants
-Riordan collects a bundle of firewood
-Riordan draws a Gold Glaive and a Silver Canteen)