secret silhouette | {tobias/clementa} blitz

up with your turret
aren't we just terrified?
shale, screen your worry
from what you won't ever find

He traced the outerlines of his right hand with a knife, smiling pleasantly when he pulled his fingers up and saw a carving in their wake.

He liked the idea of leaving his mark on the world, even if it was something as small and insignificant as a carved hand print on a table that would surely be replaced once someone noticed it. Still, he carved his name into the metallic surface, placed his hand back against it, wondered if Reese might have ever touched that very same table.

Tobias had only realized how frequently thoughts like that popped into his head after he was reaped. I wonder if Reese sat in this chair, I wonder if Reese hated tomatoes, I wonder if was left handed—

It was the questions like these that pissed him off the most, the ones he would never get an answer to.

A knock sounded on the door of his room, and he didn't bother saying anything. If it had been Jacinta, she would have just walked in, so it was probably just Jacquelyn asking him to return the knife he had stolen from downstairs. He tucked it between his mattresses just as the door opened.

Jacquelyn walked in, prodding him out of the room and closing his door behind him.

"What are—" Tobias tried as she herded him to the elevator.

It was only then that he noticed Kieran Emberstatt standing in the open elevator, Clementa Lowe just behind him.

"Go on," Kieran said when Tobias and Jacquelyn reached the mouth of the elevator. The words must have been directed to Clementa. "Ask him the thing we came here to ask."

don't let it fool you
don't let it pull you down
down fills the ground
gravity is proud