never felt alive; ree & emberly//blitz [day 6]
Aug 18, 2017 16:22:41 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Aug 18, 2017 16:22:41 GMT -5
[presto]
[/presto]We flee carnage in silence.
No jokes to break the silence of solitude, no sarcastic remarks to numb the pain, we just keep walking with the silent hope in the back of our minds that this next footstep would not be our last. I take my steps with her in tandem, eyes trained on the koala's clinging to her form, the sword hung loosely at her side while the glaive she gifted me doesn't feel my tightening grip grow any looser.
My footsteps fall heavy to a steady halt, feet digging hard into the ground and I shut my eyes in a final attempt to conjure up a screen to hide me from this broken reality.
I want to go back to Raquel and Clem, to being a broken boy with a mask held together with illusion and desperation and finding a girl just as scared as me at a station were we tried to hide our future sins behind colors and shades of illusion.
There's nothing here for me; an angel that has long since clipped his own wings.
I sigh vision fluttering open and Emberly's form appearing sharpening in the forefront of my mind. "There's eight of us left," I say, voice failing to crack and lips dry as bone. I can count the tributes remaining on two tremblig hands and eight stained fingers -- berries and paint replaced with dried blood. "We can't stay together, we agreed until the end."
I turn on my heels, splintering beneath the weight of silent despair. Half curious if she would drive her sword through my back and half hoping she would grab me by the collar and stop me from taking another step.
"I'm leaving."
No jokes to break the silence of solitude, no sarcastic remarks to numb the pain, we just keep walking with the silent hope in the back of our minds that this next footstep would not be our last. I take my steps with her in tandem, eyes trained on the koala's clinging to her form, the sword hung loosely at her side while the glaive she gifted me doesn't feel my tightening grip grow any looser.
My footsteps fall heavy to a steady halt, feet digging hard into the ground and I shut my eyes in a final attempt to conjure up a screen to hide me from this broken reality.
I want to go back to Raquel and Clem, to being a broken boy with a mask held together with illusion and desperation and finding a girl just as scared as me at a station were we tried to hide our future sins behind colors and shades of illusion.
There's nothing here for me; an angel that has long since clipped his own wings.
I sigh vision fluttering open and Emberly's form appearing sharpening in the forefront of my mind. "There's eight of us left," I say, voice failing to crack and lips dry as bone. I can count the tributes remaining on two tremblig hands and eight stained fingers -- berries and paint replaced with dried blood. "We can't stay together, we agreed until the end."
I turn on my heels, splintering beneath the weight of silent despair. Half curious if she would drive her sword through my back and half hoping she would grab me by the collar and stop me from taking another step.
"I'm leaving."
[fills up his water canteen with pure water]
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