Painted Memories of a Shared Lover [Mylee/Tom VT]
May 28, 2017 0:05:44 GMT -5
Post by Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom] on May 28, 2017 0:05:44 GMT -5
Muse Stratos
There's no such thing as love.
It's as clear as the day's sky that shines above him. Love wasn't real. That's why he didn't want to get involved. That's why he didn't even say goodbye to Lucas. There was no way of stopping an artist from experiencing the creations that lay within the confines of a cage. Struggles were the greatest muse for all artists and outcasts to paint away until their hearts could feel whole again. That's how the piece of art under his arms was made. A series of passionate swishing of paintbrush to paint to canvas for him to realize that he wasn't okay.
There's no more tears for him.
He's broken down too much in one game for a man who never truly knew who he was. There was no reason to love a dead man, but caring for him was still possible. That's why he was there. People who waited to see the one and only Shelby Leviane. He waited for her to end up alone and away from the commotion of District Nine celebrating her victory, even if she did kill Lucas O'Hara. They were all fake. Creatures wearing masks to hide their true intentions on the inside from a broken woman that had killed too many people. They were like his parents. Their masks hiding the truth that they all were monsters wearing masks of beauty and fame.
As he approaches the queen of hurricanes that thrashed Lucas O'Hara, until stabbing him in the neck, his heart quickens. There's fear in him that wonders if she wanted to kill them. If she wanted to end it all for them. The canvas under his arm is hidden away from all eyes to see, instead he lets out the breath that he's holding. The nerves disappear as he approaches the girl who he didn't know in person, but knew from watching her upon screens that glow with death. As he can feel the air tense around his body, the voice in his mind tells him to run and never look back, but he's so tired of running away. It's the reason that he lost Lucas O'Hara in the first place.
His voice finds it's escape to Shelby Leviane, victor of the seventy fifth hunger games.
"Ms. Leviane. Was it painless?"
There's no such thing as love.
Only the feeling of loss exists in black strokes of paint.
"Was it painless for Lucas when you killed him?"