a crown's kiss // Kirito + Harbinger {Blitz}
Jul 11, 2017 17:41:46 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jul 11, 2017 17:41:46 GMT -5
Kirito Miristioma
District Eleven
I hate guilt. For immortal increments of time it has tortured me, torn away my stability and left me in shambles over slaughtered souls. It's a diabolic device festering deep within the darkness of my depths. Songs of sins forever sing their symphonies from the manipulative mouth of the deceiver. Bottles have been broken by its demands and scarlet has spit many dreadful drops by its orders. I hate it for the simple fact that I will never be able to rid myself of its ridicule. As long as there are those whom share my name and harbor the heat of my blood I shall never know of the sinner's silence. I have every reason to feel guilty whenever I watch another family force their child to death instead of my own. But perhaps Iain's incineration was all our family tree could bare to have fall from its branches, it really should have been two.
The morning is mindless, the waiting is wretched. Each second which sneaks out of existence another tribute is trapped beneath an unforeseeable arena. Far off facing a fight for their futures both Raquel and Walherich wait in worry. My stare never ceases its viewing of the shining screen as Capitol excitement is ignited by Flickerman's words. Crude coffee curls around my lips before spilling sweetly down the back of my throat. My fingers furl harshly around the mug. Another glint of guilt deteriorates my mind as I think of how happy I am that mine and Harbinger's families are safe. "Damn." I mutter as I set the mug on the table to my side.
Silence strengthen its shackles around my skin as I search for any sign of Harbinger in the hall, not a single shifting shadow. My head hangs back breaking its obsession with the screen and stares to the ceiling. What do I do? What would Katelyn do? A sigh sinks me deeper into the sofa. Since Tamron's death Harbinger has been hurt beyond the repair of a good friend's grace. Deep within the dark of his irises I've seen the illumination of incandescent emotions I know all too well. Unbearable sorrow and guilt have taken their grasp on his life, it makes my stomach storm with pain. How can I put back together the pieces of a man who's always been more than myself?
A sudden surge of screams from outside bring me back to the screen. Darkness. In utter anticipation Kirito watches for his sixth year the external perspective of a tribute rising through their tube of terror. Once you live through the one you rise in you eternally ascend through the rest. I spot both Raquel and Walherich as the screen shifts to a spanning shot. By the corner of the camera I watch the counter appear and pool my attention in a shout down the hall. "Harbinger its starting!" I pray silently he'll come as I look back to the view of war. Harbinger is strong, I'll make sure he doesn't fall alongside those who have been stolen from him.
The morning is mindless, the waiting is wretched. Each second which sneaks out of existence another tribute is trapped beneath an unforeseeable arena. Far off facing a fight for their futures both Raquel and Walherich wait in worry. My stare never ceases its viewing of the shining screen as Capitol excitement is ignited by Flickerman's words. Crude coffee curls around my lips before spilling sweetly down the back of my throat. My fingers furl harshly around the mug. Another glint of guilt deteriorates my mind as I think of how happy I am that mine and Harbinger's families are safe. "Damn." I mutter as I set the mug on the table to my side.
Silence strengthen its shackles around my skin as I search for any sign of Harbinger in the hall, not a single shifting shadow. My head hangs back breaking its obsession with the screen and stares to the ceiling. What do I do? What would Katelyn do? A sigh sinks me deeper into the sofa. Since Tamron's death Harbinger has been hurt beyond the repair of a good friend's grace. Deep within the dark of his irises I've seen the illumination of incandescent emotions I know all too well. Unbearable sorrow and guilt have taken their grasp on his life, it makes my stomach storm with pain. How can I put back together the pieces of a man who's always been more than myself?
A sudden surge of screams from outside bring me back to the screen. Darkness. In utter anticipation Kirito watches for his sixth year the external perspective of a tribute rising through their tube of terror. Once you live through the one you rise in you eternally ascend through the rest. I spot both Raquel and Walherich as the screen shifts to a spanning shot. By the corner of the camera I watch the counter appear and pool my attention in a shout down the hall. "Harbinger its starting!" I pray silently he'll come as I look back to the view of war. Harbinger is strong, I'll make sure he doesn't fall alongside those who have been stolen from him.
