Icarus [Teddy Oneshot]
May 7, 2018 0:47:33 GMT -5
Post by Tom on May 7, 2018 0:47:33 GMT -5
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It's moments like this where he remembers the truths in their world.
A television screen, a bottle of wine, and a boy who burned up in his own bitterness are in front of him. A fire that burns the reality to his deep inner conscious that blames his sense of righteousness even though he doesn't mentor the righteous. There's been nothing in his life, but disappointment in his own self as the world seems to continue to spin without him as he's lost in the echo of a turning and meaningless world. Drowning in his own sorrows that he's barely able to wade through. Death seems to be the option that everyone wants, but he gave in to life. A life full of death and disappointment.
Eyes are the window to the soul as his Ma used to say. Words on her lips of how you can tell what a man means by the way his eyes glow when he speaks. Eyes were always a way to see how someone was going to be, but there's nothing that stops him from knowing what laid beneath Aeson Kight's eyes. Darkness. Hollowness. Violence. Bitterness. There's nothing left of them, but the cold look of death in them. Teddy knew what the guy was capable of as soon as Aeson Kight stepped foot in the training center. Pain hides behind that boy's eyes, but no one could see it. No one could see it, unless they knew what pain was. Sadly for Aeson, Teddy's experienced pain too much in his life to not notice deep down something ate away at the younger male.
Though, Teddy Ursa never made a step to asking what laid beneath Aeson Kight before they shipped him off to a cold place where dreams die in a bitter cold.
Calls and talks from multiple trainers in the place had come and gone about Aeson Kight's attitude and threats. Some small injuries that no other tributes would know about on some trainers that deserved something from the strong tribute from Six. Vesper was the tribute that he wanted to get home for sake of innocence and life, but Aeson Kight was more likely to have made it back to him in the end, but all of that was just a dream. As he sits watching the games for the entire few days that had been since Ansel Khiev and Lux Pelotte's reappearance. The words of Lux's sister burning into his skull with the hum of cannons in the arena.
"Karma will be your collapse, Teddy Ursa."
The words of a mourning sister filling his nights with the memories of Lux Pelotte's dream of survival waking him in a cold sweat as wounds cut deep into red veins of scars that never heal. Shaking his head, the screen flickers from the ski race where Aeson Kight looks powerful on two wooden skis. There's a moment of Caine, the boy from Ten, dying to save a boy who meant the world to him. Mind creeps into the darkness of Chester once again as warm arms metaphorically wrap around his chest as he dares to question how he still misses the warmth of his own District Seven friend. There's the fight with Violet who was related to Jacinta and didn't get as lucky as her sister had. Aeson Kight had torn that from Jacinta and he can't help but let the guilt fill his chest once again. All this blood on his hands burns his skin like the heat of a lava flow that had gotten a little too close to him.
Everything leads up to a day where dreams shatter like the wings of Icarus, flying too close to the sun time and time again. Everything fizzles into a black smoke as warm fur holds onto him tight as he can feel the arena once again. Hallucinations that he was a hundred percent sure passed him by already comes back as he can hear the voice of reason in his head screaming at being separated from Chester. Burning flesh reaching the air as Titus pulls him with him into a painful sprint down the volcano, until it erupts again and he's back to the floor of District Six where Basil used to be, but all that's left is avoxes, Star, and himself on a floor with no one else. Deep breaths as his eyes focus on the screen once more.
"Did you enjoy it?"
Teddy's seen it once before, in Lux's eyes that taunted him. Killers who enjoyed it, all of it. Lux didn't. At least, that's what he had guessed in the middle of a fight to go home. The weight of names upon his shoulders only grows more and more, but Aeson's got his own weight to carry. Teddy instinctively gulps as weapons flash across skin turning it red. There's words of murder and killers that storms his mind. Would they always be known for who they've killed? Teddy still hasn't found the answer to this. No matter how much he wishes that it wouldn't be that way, there's still whispers of Ree's name in the wind. Disgusted looks from people who knew Emberly Lowe. And the words of a sister who torn Teddy in half in only a second.
"And trust me, I won't lose a minute of sleep after I've murdered you."
Lies. No one could live a life of peaceful sleep after escaping the arena. Swearing that he's heard noises from other victors who possibly were up at all hours of the night, the truth was in his bones that no one sleeps after the deaths they caused, but only learn to deal with their haunting in their own way. Whether it's food or alcohol, everyone has something that eats away at them. Aeson Kight wouldn't have been any different, but he grew wings of black that threaten to cut violence into others.
“If you think I’m afraid of your darkness, you haven’t seen mine yet.”
Darkness. They all had the same darkness that lays deep within that only comes forth in death. A darkness that takes the purity of humanity, but lets lives continue after the darkness passes. Aeson Kight wasn't ready for the new Stella Blakesley that had killed Euley Sarasin. Dreams don't belong in the arena, but they do until the ultimate fall of a cold death. Violence lays within his heart, just like he's seen in Lux's own heart. Heartless people who only want to survive for their own benefit and he had hoped to see Aeson Kight's violent eyes fade away into something else, but dreams don't belong in the games anymore. They are crushed by the might of violence itself.
Blood coats them both, but he can still see that look in Aeson's eyes. Violence still lays beneath them with that pain that's only a ghost of a truth to the light. They speak of darkness and death like they were actually people. The mention of Atlas who carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders comes up and then crumbles down upon Euley fills his ears. She tells Aeson that he's carrying the same weight that Teddy Ursa knew all too well. Words fall from his lips to no one in the room.
"I don't think you know your own weight that you carry with you, Stella."
"I don't care about tomorrow, I don't care about after."
Aeson doesn't care about the next day like a foolish child who didn't know what tomorrow meant. Almost like there was no emotion behind Aeson Kight's words, but Teddy can see the crumbling of a man in those eyes. Dreams of survival as Teddy studies him with worry as more wounds follow into the boy's skin. Stella's words follow like her mind was reading his own mind in that moment. A facade was only good at one thing, being a facade, but Aeson Kight wasn't one to show himself. Strong, powerful, and still looked like he couldn't kill anyone, except with those eyes that seem to be able to glare through a person's skin.
“I think I want this more than you, Aeson. I can see it in your eyes. You’re just barely holding together. A thread could be pulled and you would collapse."
Falling apart wasn't easy, but watching someone else who had a life before fall apart in front of him was the worst of all. Star would glare at him later for watching the television that had the games playing after his stunt on day three where she swore with new words that she invented to tell him he needed to stop breaking after every scene. Nothing ever changes, unless there is something else that changes it all. As he watches blow for blow, there's only one last phrase that leaves Aeson Kight's lips. A hollowed voice of a memory to come.
"I don't doubt you, Stella, I deny that you have what it takes. Because I'll never truly disappear."
Stella was more than ready to end his life with the deep wound in his body as the vicious boy falls to the girl from twelve. Cannon fire rings in his ear with a shattering sound of burning lava and metal clinking together. The lifeless body of Aeson Kight stills on the screen as Teddy lets himself break again and again to his own failures, but he doesn't let anyone see him this time. Dark rooms and bright light of the television filling his chest with doubt of who he was, but nothing matters. Death for Aeson Kight had been set since the moment the boy's name got pulled.
The truth of their world is that Teddy's not a successful mentor.
He was never meant to be.
Flown too close to the sun, he crumbles like ash and rises to his feet as he flicks the television away, knowing that he didn't really like Aeson, but that didn't mean the guy deserved to die. Death always followed them with a close eye like there's a chain to his foot as he pushes through dark rooms until he finds himself leaving the building that he resides in during the games. Life never was the way he intended it to have been for him. No hospital rooms with lives that he could save, instead he walks a dark road watching children die in a games that he knew could destroy the best of them.
As he approaches the place that seemed not familiar, but all too familiar, he holds back the tears of death that Aeson Kight had tried to cause. The guy wanted to be remembered as a murderer, that's what Teddy would do for him. As the sun sets on another painful day that he's tired of living over and over again, he lets himself fall in a broken form. Hand closing into a fist as he remembers holding the golden spear that cut it's way through Lux Pelotte, Emberly Lowe, and Ree Fer. A moment in time that he shakes off to the door of someone who could catch him from his continuous feeling of falling.
The door opens to none other than Niho as the sky turns to black with twinkling stars.
Aeson Kight was dead.
Teddy Ursa was tired of feeling this way.
Tired of blaming himself, even though it was on his shoulders.
Aeson Kight would always be a murderer, but Teddy would remind himself that he's never been a murderer.
Only a boy who wanted to survive to remember himself again.
District Six can wait.
Right now, he was going to ignore all the troubles.
Like Icarus, Aeson flow too close to the sun.
The truth to their world was that dreams do exist, even in the worst of places.
A television screen, a bottle of wine, and a boy who burned up in his own bitterness are in front of him. A fire that burns the reality to his deep inner conscious that blames his sense of righteousness even though he doesn't mentor the righteous. There's been nothing in his life, but disappointment in his own self as the world seems to continue to spin without him as he's lost in the echo of a turning and meaningless world. Drowning in his own sorrows that he's barely able to wade through. Death seems to be the option that everyone wants, but he gave in to life. A life full of death and disappointment.
Eyes are the window to the soul as his Ma used to say. Words on her lips of how you can tell what a man means by the way his eyes glow when he speaks. Eyes were always a way to see how someone was going to be, but there's nothing that stops him from knowing what laid beneath Aeson Kight's eyes. Darkness. Hollowness. Violence. Bitterness. There's nothing left of them, but the cold look of death in them. Teddy knew what the guy was capable of as soon as Aeson Kight stepped foot in the training center. Pain hides behind that boy's eyes, but no one could see it. No one could see it, unless they knew what pain was. Sadly for Aeson, Teddy's experienced pain too much in his life to not notice deep down something ate away at the younger male.
Though, Teddy Ursa never made a step to asking what laid beneath Aeson Kight before they shipped him off to a cold place where dreams die in a bitter cold.
Calls and talks from multiple trainers in the place had come and gone about Aeson Kight's attitude and threats. Some small injuries that no other tributes would know about on some trainers that deserved something from the strong tribute from Six. Vesper was the tribute that he wanted to get home for sake of innocence and life, but Aeson Kight was more likely to have made it back to him in the end, but all of that was just a dream. As he sits watching the games for the entire few days that had been since Ansel Khiev and Lux Pelotte's reappearance. The words of Lux's sister burning into his skull with the hum of cannons in the arena.
"Karma will be your collapse, Teddy Ursa."
The words of a mourning sister filling his nights with the memories of Lux Pelotte's dream of survival waking him in a cold sweat as wounds cut deep into red veins of scars that never heal. Shaking his head, the screen flickers from the ski race where Aeson Kight looks powerful on two wooden skis. There's a moment of Caine, the boy from Ten, dying to save a boy who meant the world to him. Mind creeps into the darkness of Chester once again as warm arms metaphorically wrap around his chest as he dares to question how he still misses the warmth of his own District Seven friend. There's the fight with Violet who was related to Jacinta and didn't get as lucky as her sister had. Aeson Kight had torn that from Jacinta and he can't help but let the guilt fill his chest once again. All this blood on his hands burns his skin like the heat of a lava flow that had gotten a little too close to him.
Everything leads up to a day where dreams shatter like the wings of Icarus, flying too close to the sun time and time again. Everything fizzles into a black smoke as warm fur holds onto him tight as he can feel the arena once again. Hallucinations that he was a hundred percent sure passed him by already comes back as he can hear the voice of reason in his head screaming at being separated from Chester. Burning flesh reaching the air as Titus pulls him with him into a painful sprint down the volcano, until it erupts again and he's back to the floor of District Six where Basil used to be, but all that's left is avoxes, Star, and himself on a floor with no one else. Deep breaths as his eyes focus on the screen once more.
"Did you enjoy it?"
Teddy's seen it once before, in Lux's eyes that taunted him. Killers who enjoyed it, all of it. Lux didn't. At least, that's what he had guessed in the middle of a fight to go home. The weight of names upon his shoulders only grows more and more, but Aeson's got his own weight to carry. Teddy instinctively gulps as weapons flash across skin turning it red. There's words of murder and killers that storms his mind. Would they always be known for who they've killed? Teddy still hasn't found the answer to this. No matter how much he wishes that it wouldn't be that way, there's still whispers of Ree's name in the wind. Disgusted looks from people who knew Emberly Lowe. And the words of a sister who torn Teddy in half in only a second.
"And trust me, I won't lose a minute of sleep after I've murdered you."
Lies. No one could live a life of peaceful sleep after escaping the arena. Swearing that he's heard noises from other victors who possibly were up at all hours of the night, the truth was in his bones that no one sleeps after the deaths they caused, but only learn to deal with their haunting in their own way. Whether it's food or alcohol, everyone has something that eats away at them. Aeson Kight wouldn't have been any different, but he grew wings of black that threaten to cut violence into others.
“If you think I’m afraid of your darkness, you haven’t seen mine yet.”
Darkness. They all had the same darkness that lays deep within that only comes forth in death. A darkness that takes the purity of humanity, but lets lives continue after the darkness passes. Aeson Kight wasn't ready for the new Stella Blakesley that had killed Euley Sarasin. Dreams don't belong in the arena, but they do until the ultimate fall of a cold death. Violence lays within his heart, just like he's seen in Lux's own heart. Heartless people who only want to survive for their own benefit and he had hoped to see Aeson Kight's violent eyes fade away into something else, but dreams don't belong in the games anymore. They are crushed by the might of violence itself.
Blood coats them both, but he can still see that look in Aeson's eyes. Violence still lays beneath them with that pain that's only a ghost of a truth to the light. They speak of darkness and death like they were actually people. The mention of Atlas who carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders comes up and then crumbles down upon Euley fills his ears. She tells Aeson that he's carrying the same weight that Teddy Ursa knew all too well. Words fall from his lips to no one in the room.
"I don't think you know your own weight that you carry with you, Stella."
"I don't care about tomorrow, I don't care about after."
Aeson doesn't care about the next day like a foolish child who didn't know what tomorrow meant. Almost like there was no emotion behind Aeson Kight's words, but Teddy can see the crumbling of a man in those eyes. Dreams of survival as Teddy studies him with worry as more wounds follow into the boy's skin. Stella's words follow like her mind was reading his own mind in that moment. A facade was only good at one thing, being a facade, but Aeson Kight wasn't one to show himself. Strong, powerful, and still looked like he couldn't kill anyone, except with those eyes that seem to be able to glare through a person's skin.
“I think I want this more than you, Aeson. I can see it in your eyes. You’re just barely holding together. A thread could be pulled and you would collapse."
Falling apart wasn't easy, but watching someone else who had a life before fall apart in front of him was the worst of all. Star would glare at him later for watching the television that had the games playing after his stunt on day three where she swore with new words that she invented to tell him he needed to stop breaking after every scene. Nothing ever changes, unless there is something else that changes it all. As he watches blow for blow, there's only one last phrase that leaves Aeson Kight's lips. A hollowed voice of a memory to come.
"I don't doubt you, Stella, I deny that you have what it takes. Because I'll never truly disappear."
Stella was more than ready to end his life with the deep wound in his body as the vicious boy falls to the girl from twelve. Cannon fire rings in his ear with a shattering sound of burning lava and metal clinking together. The lifeless body of Aeson Kight stills on the screen as Teddy lets himself break again and again to his own failures, but he doesn't let anyone see him this time. Dark rooms and bright light of the television filling his chest with doubt of who he was, but nothing matters. Death for Aeson Kight had been set since the moment the boy's name got pulled.
The truth of their world is that Teddy's not a successful mentor.
He was never meant to be.
Flown too close to the sun, he crumbles like ash and rises to his feet as he flicks the television away, knowing that he didn't really like Aeson, but that didn't mean the guy deserved to die. Death always followed them with a close eye like there's a chain to his foot as he pushes through dark rooms until he finds himself leaving the building that he resides in during the games. Life never was the way he intended it to have been for him. No hospital rooms with lives that he could save, instead he walks a dark road watching children die in a games that he knew could destroy the best of them.
As he approaches the place that seemed not familiar, but all too familiar, he holds back the tears of death that Aeson Kight had tried to cause. The guy wanted to be remembered as a murderer, that's what Teddy would do for him. As the sun sets on another painful day that he's tired of living over and over again, he lets himself fall in a broken form. Hand closing into a fist as he remembers holding the golden spear that cut it's way through Lux Pelotte, Emberly Lowe, and Ree Fer. A moment in time that he shakes off to the door of someone who could catch him from his continuous feeling of falling.
The door opens to none other than Niho as the sky turns to black with twinkling stars.
Aeson Kight was dead.
Teddy Ursa was tired of feeling this way.
Tired of blaming himself, even though it was on his shoulders.
Aeson Kight would always be a murderer, but Teddy would remind himself that he's never been a murderer.
Only a boy who wanted to survive to remember himself again.
District Six can wait.
Right now, he was going to ignore all the troubles.
Like Icarus, Aeson flow too close to the sun.
The truth to their world was that dreams do exist, even in the worst of places.
