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starlight eyes | caine & raven | Feb 1, 2018 0:22:32 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Feb 1, 2018 0:22:32 GMT -5

Stars glitter across the sky of the rooftop with an ease that he's never known. Always glimmering above reminding him of the sleep that his brothers would hopefully be getting, reminding him of his ma who deserved a goodnight of sleep, and his pa who easily was still awake playing solitaire in a corner with worn cards. Jed would be silently snoring away in the room that they inevitably had to share at a young age. The night air of the Capitol was different in essence to home. Tension rises to the surface with a cooling effect, but fake skylines fall before his eyes. Everywhere he looked to was just another reminder that things were different. No dust or dirt to cover his jeans, no sun baking him alive in heat, and no sound of hooves along the hard dry ground.

The capitol only made him miss home more and more by the second. The stars being the only thing that wasn't different for him. A piece of home that glitters above down to him reminding him that he needed to get back to them. Moments seem to pass as he knocks back another glass of something sickeningly sweet that he's into. Whispers of the past brushing against his skin as the words of the present come forth. Everything was changing, but he wanted it to stay in that moment forever. A moment that could just be that. A sigh comes from his throat as he hears footsteps approaching from somewhere else. Blue eyes that match the sky look to the sound.

The male from Seven appear before him, possibly lost, possibly not, either way he didn't care. Misery loved company as his pa would have said. A chuckle happens mentally for only Caine to hear as he gets up slowly with a small smile. The male from seven, Raven, as he remembered just in that moment was not what he expected. Attractive was a word to use, but he wasn't in the right mind to declare anything anyways. Sorrows hiding in his chest as the homesickness takes a hold of him. A chain that wraps itself around his chest and pulls with all the force that takes the air away from him. There's no words to be spoken as Caine moves to the edge, leaning against the bar that keeps them from getting past.

Fear doesn't belong in his eyes, so he ignores the feeling coming up as he pushes forward looking farther over the edge. The air picking up as he does with a gust of wind that almost takes his hat, but he holds the tan thing hard against him head. A chuckle to no one in particular as he speaks to Raven, the male from Seven. The thought of the dumb games that his brothers and him used to play as teenagers in school with a few girls that tagged along.

"Truth or Dare, Seven?"

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starlight eyes | caine & raven | Feb 2, 2018 12:02:21 GMT -5

Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Feb 2, 2018 12:02:21 GMT -5

All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand with my toes in the sand

-

Sleep is a stranger to him nowadays. Heaps of raven locks lay sprawled over the white expense of the pillow motionlessly—but the cogs within his skull proceed to whirl in full velocity, reemerging today’s thoughts through invisible reels like a red slot machine would.

It’s a game of chance: there’s no symmetrical pattern to these fogged images.

First, it’s Six cracking the wooden triangle he fastened together into brown, broken bones. His stomach twists into a knot at the memory—a steamboat from Six declaring war upon the evergreen castles of nature; an unwise choice on his part. But, Raven reluctantly presses forward on the thoughts—anchoring to a grudge in the arena is what distracts a tribute’s eye away from an arrow.

The next super-cut is a short compilation of grunge clips that parades a broken childhood. Inside, the chairs are blanketed in dust. There’s no running water or running sunlight. It's dark—someone had forgotten to pay the electric bills—and the ragged clothes he wears, delivers no heat to the winter outside.

Sometimes, it’s a series of icy nights with no fire in the hearth, just two children with empty bellies, huddled up for the warmth that never came. Then, through the darkness of it all, flashed a moment of grandiose dinners after Pop’s made a loan an orange embers showering down from the fireplace.

(But, like a star engulfed by a black-hole,
it fades to black.)

Anxious of whatever hidden memory that trails after this one, Raven rises up to his feet, unsnarling himself from the ivory sea of bed-sheets.

He’d been told, repeatedly, that staying past midnight isn’t apt for a tribute. But, once you’re a ghost, phasing through policies and curfews become more effortless than taking in air.

After slipping on a furred robe over his beige nightclothes, he ambles out his room in a dead man’s silence, gliding past corridors and drifting up several flights of stairs. It’s a phantom wonderland here, every hallway smeared with the footsteps of dead corpses that were forced into the arena and never crawled back up to the bright intersection of lights again.

Comfort comes like a cerulean tide when he opens the door to the training center’s rooftop. Under a dark, endless ceiling painted with a familiar configuration of blue stars, Raven feels weightless and solar systems away from all his troubles. It’s not potent enough to fix everything—but these moments of tranquility with only him and the stars above are needed.

Suddenly, a noise originates—an inquiry from the silhouette besides him that he’s noticing just now. Brown circles narrow for better inspection and recognition flashes: it’s the boy from Ten. A countenance that has Raven’s heart skipping beats sporadically.

“Oh—um—what … okay?”

He stutters before inhaling out a rugged breath he didn’t know he was withholding. Muscles relax as Raven takes a seat upon the floor.

“Dare.”

Starlight eyes wink in his direction.

-

Use the sleeves of my sweater
Let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered
Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

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starlight eyes | caine & raven | Feb 6, 2018 0:52:52 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Feb 6, 2018 0:52:52 GMT -5

So listen here, I’m the voice in your head
And I can say the words that make you feel scared
So here's to you, and all the problems that we've made
And I know it’s so hard to stay afloat

-

"Oh—um—what … okay?"

The dweller of nature's heart speaks with a stutter that only increases the chill in the air and the sounds of hooves rampaging in his mind. Muscles relaxing with just a placement on the floor, Caine's own rough hands holding himself up against the wall as he leans back a bit staring back up at the stars that glitter with a longing of being seen. Not as bright of a glow to them than home would have, but enough of a glow to know that he's being watched. Enough of a glow to make him feel like he's not collapsing down into a pit of homesickness and disaster. Hands tense against the cool concrete of the wall he's currently leaned against as he falls slowly to the ground with a small thud of ground.

A calmness flows along his skin as he stares at the forest dweller who reminds him of Ma's explanation of the other districts. Nature was Seven's home, forests live with a tallness that District Ten has never known. Instead of dust, their place is filled with dirt and green that extend farther than anything he could imagine. In dreams, he used to imagine Seven as the forest of green that never has an end. He would never know what Seven was truly like, unless he survived, but hope was fading with just a glance at the tributes who carry fire and ice in their chests.

"Dare."

A wink is tossed in his direction barely making it onto his skin like a blink of energy that shoots through his skin as he realizes his breath is being held for a moment. Inhale. The air caught in his chest with a warmth that he doesn't know or understand. Escape comes in the form of a small smile that breaks his relaxation as the air escapes from his lips and nose. A light laughter comes to the air as he basks in the moment of two men on a roof playing a game that was meant for their age. Blue eyes glancing up under black lashes that tease his cheek before his lets the laugh die in the air. Voice calm and collected, unlike the ideas in his head.

"Didn't think ya were the daring type from first glance."

A smile pulls along his lips with a moment of joking words to cut the air, until it drops into the pit of his stomach again. Blue eyes glimmering back to the sky as he hopes for morning to never come. Time stopping in this moment to catch his breath and longing to hold it because then the games wouldn't happen. He wouldn't feel like he's falling into a pit of nothingness where the walls were caving in on him. His voice catches the air gently.

"I dare you to..."

Hooves sound in his ear as he looks up to the stars with a small frown and a glowing in the night's light. Words seem to escape from his breath as his hand tenses around the cement ground. Blue eyes meet brown as Caine already knows what he wants from the attractive male from District Seven. Raven, who took his mind into somewhere that he never spoke of to anyone. Better than never to do things that he's never done. Death waits with cold arms that will chill him to his core.

"...make this night last forever."

-

When you make monsters out of thoughts
And you’re dragged under
And everyone in around you is too far away to notice
Your chest start to crash, oh, but it's alright

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starlight eyes | caine & raven | Feb 8, 2018 11:21:47 GMT -5

Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Feb 8, 2018 11:21:47 GMT -5

a rush at the beginning
i get caught up, just for a minute
but lover, you're the one to blame
all that you’re doing

-

“Didn’t think ya were the daring type from the first glance.”

Raven breaks a grin at that, smiling from ear to ear—all pearly whites—and it seems to illuminate this desolate rooftop with a faint glow but maybe it’s coming from his starlight eyes.

“Is it because of the baby-face?” He asks (~~rhetorically~~). “Don’t let that be a first impression of me.”

There’s a familiarity and a sense of security to the way Caine’s eyes twinkle and scintillate like they’re crafted out of meteors and comet-tails. He doesn’t blink because—one flutter of eyelids and he might miss the view. And, the view dries out his throat, makes blood rush up and down—so much that he has to fake a cough and project his gaze somewhere else for a moment.

The silence unfolds everything: the hum of electricity in the air, Caine’s sharp inhalation, his rapidly beating heart that aches to crawl out towards the other. He can count the beats and they go fast.

One. Four. Eight. Twelve. Sixteen.

But, everything halts—the electricity, his heartbeats and the planets—as a string of words fall from his lips. “I dare you to make this night last forever.”

—then, every sound comes back in tenfold, drowning out Raven’s thoughts. There’s a wail somewhere far, and deep laughter from the dark corner of the rooftop. Someone’s mumbling and someone’s heart is doing somersaults. It’s an overwhelming wall of living echoes that enshrouds each other, layer upon layer. He can’t simply stop it by palming his ears close.

A movement blurs in the dark—and the white noise dies as Raven connects his hand with Caine, palms fitting each other like puzzle pieces clicking in place. Physical contact; that’s what he’s been deprived of ever since the train of corpses from Seven departed. It feels foreign yet natural simultaneously. But, he feels complete.

It takes a perfect, starlight-eyed prince from Ten to channel life back into the forest from Seven.

“I got you.” Raven whispers. No matter how momentary this is meant to be, he relishes it.

“Caine, right? I go by Raven but - that doesn't matter - there are other names that you can call me right now.”

(It takes a corpse to satisfy a corpse.)

-

can you hear the violence?
megaphone to my chest
broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom
and make 'em all dance to it

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