sharing different heartbeats {gabby/anise, day 3/4}
Apr 7, 2017 23:48:21 GMT -5
Post by sadniss everdeen on Apr 7, 2017 23:48:21 GMT -5
Gabrielle Bellamonte
this place took your heart out
put it back changed
but not in the way
you expected
Your new glass friend comes as far as across the threshold with you, heaving his body over the edge, but he doesn't stay for long. Perhaps existing in another reality is too much for mutts who've lived through too many to count. You say goodbye to him sadly as his snout nuzzles at your chin, leaving more clear slime and a definite farewell.
The pocket whales coo in your ears, but it still feels like something strangely final.
Anise and you set up camp the best you can. The sweltering sun without shade has heated up your empty bones and makes a fire unnecessary - just because the air here is still, stale and stilted, doesn't mean something isn't lurking just over the pristine horizon. You take shelter on the incline of a shallow hill, finally able to lay down your aching frame without relying on someone else to keep it upright.
The groan that leaves your lips is halfway-obscene as you stretch out, each and every misaligned vertebrae popping into place like a zipper.
"It feels so good to lie down," you sigh, tilting your face to the mostly-swallowed sun. In this place that is exactly where you came from but completely different, there's no roar from the dream-beasts on the other side of the arena, but the cannon rings out just as clearly as if you were beside it.
Another screams through the silence, followed by a half-dozen others. Your eyebrows rise higher with each new addition until the very ground you lay upon seems to shake. Almost as quickly as the barrage starts, it ends, fading out into unnatural silence once again. "Seems a lot of us weren't so lucky... that was, what, seven in a row?" You roll onto your side to face Anise, reclined next to you, her bad leg stretched out flat. "Wonder if any of them were careers. Makes our jobs easier."
You can't read Anise's face, but for once her voice gives it away; colder, laced with the sublest of venom. "Careers aren't something to worry about."
That, coming from the girl who doesn't like to show emotion unless her bones are actually broken? (Or if girls from District Four kiss them, but you don't think she'd take kindly to that comparison right about now. You saw her eyes when you woke up - a trapped animal that doesn't know which way to turn. Those are always the most dangerous.)
Naturally, you prop your head up on your arm and inch closer. There's a little more than a handbreadth of space between you and every inch seems to be jammed full of questions. "For you, maybe. I don't really know how to dodge an axe coming for my face."
You wave your bad arm, the bandages still poking out through your discoloured vambrace. "Clearly."
put it back changed
but not in the way
you expected
Day 3 Night
Your new glass friend comes as far as across the threshold with you, heaving his body over the edge, but he doesn't stay for long. Perhaps existing in another reality is too much for mutts who've lived through too many to count. You say goodbye to him sadly as his snout nuzzles at your chin, leaving more clear slime and a definite farewell.
The pocket whales coo in your ears, but it still feels like something strangely final.
Anise and you set up camp the best you can. The sweltering sun without shade has heated up your empty bones and makes a fire unnecessary - just because the air here is still, stale and stilted, doesn't mean something isn't lurking just over the pristine horizon. You take shelter on the incline of a shallow hill, finally able to lay down your aching frame without relying on someone else to keep it upright.
The groan that leaves your lips is halfway-obscene as you stretch out, each and every misaligned vertebrae popping into place like a zipper.
"It feels so good to lie down," you sigh, tilting your face to the mostly-swallowed sun. In this place that is exactly where you came from but completely different, there's no roar from the dream-beasts on the other side of the arena, but the cannon rings out just as clearly as if you were beside it.
Another screams through the silence, followed by a half-dozen others. Your eyebrows rise higher with each new addition until the very ground you lay upon seems to shake. Almost as quickly as the barrage starts, it ends, fading out into unnatural silence once again. "Seems a lot of us weren't so lucky... that was, what, seven in a row?" You roll onto your side to face Anise, reclined next to you, her bad leg stretched out flat. "Wonder if any of them were careers. Makes our jobs easier."
You can't read Anise's face, but for once her voice gives it away; colder, laced with the sublest of venom. "Careers aren't something to worry about."
That, coming from the girl who doesn't like to show emotion unless her bones are actually broken? (Or if girls from District Four kiss them, but you don't think she'd take kindly to that comparison right about now. You saw her eyes when you woke up - a trapped animal that doesn't know which way to turn. Those are always the most dangerous.)
Naturally, you prop your head up on your arm and inch closer. There's a little more than a handbreadth of space between you and every inch seems to be jammed full of questions. "For you, maybe. I don't really know how to dodge an axe coming for my face."
You wave your bad arm, the bandages still poking out through your discoloured vambrace. "Clearly."
