Cant Go Back [Stella/Teddy]
May 17, 2018 20:35:36 GMT -5
Post by Tom on May 17, 2018 20:35:36 GMT -5
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The eruption in his ears echoes across the floor with every step he takes towards a destination where life and death don't matter when everything feels numb.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Shoes that costed too much than he was used to cross the pale, white floor. Floating on the image of the finale in his head, the dancer in his mind needs someone. Someone who could understand the lights that would shine upon them with a careful microscope into their hearts ignoring the good and presenting the bad. They all float along in a lifeboat on the sea where islands rest, burning in the lava that consumes and kills like themselves. Survival was the goal, but murder was the outcome. Celebrating the one thing that they all want to burn down into nothing more than ash. A gulp of breath goes down his throat as his hands fumble with his sleeves that are too perfect to be worn by a poor boy from Six.
He wasn't that boy anymore since Lux Pelotte's eyes burned into his mind, a ghost of the past that created a new future for him. Tired of all the pain that engulfs his chest in a feeling of guilt that continues on every games in the forms of kids named Serena, Ansel, Aeson, and Vesper. A breath of air as he looks to his right for the door that'll lead him to the place where the dancer is. The feeling of his heart clamoring again like it had in the mix of Lux Pelotte's vicious words of his heart being too big. Aeson's cold vision is upon his skin as those words ring in his ears time and time again. The wrong tribute. He's always picked the wrong one at the start, just like he had done in his own games.
People like Teddy Ursa weren't meant to survive, but he had. He had survived, but he still didn't know why. Skill. Luck. Fate. Either way, he didn't know what the reasoning was. Everything seems to be changing with every step he makes towards somewhere else. The sun rising and setting according to it's own law of nature as time seems to pass him by with nothing more than a breath of air trapped in his lungs. Lux's dead eyes glaring back at him as he can see the same dead eyes in Aeson Kight. A sad boy that no one else would ever get to see what truly was inside that angry head of his. Teddy lets out a breath of air as he waves an avox away from him as the hallways lead to somewhere new. Somewhere that he needed to go to, in order to learn what he can of things.
A silly dance that he's never learned the steps tom but somehow survived through. Golden glistening metal appears in his hand as the hallway gives way to the sound of clucking and an eruption of molten rock that makes him too warm. The phantom pain in his leg aches, but he ignores it as he closes his eyes for a moment and finds himself back in the hallway once more. The photo of Ansel Khiev in his jacket pocket, the pack of cards that had been Ree Fer's in his back pocket, and fingers that brush his curly hair out of his eyes again. This was getting too much for him, but death never seemed to be easy for him. Ma told him that he had too much of a heart to watch people die. They never seem to leave his dark mind, always lurking in shadows never finding him, until he least expects it.
Someone's grabbed his hand, blinking back to reality, he can see Star pulling him down the hallway. Eyes coated in a blankness that he can't tell, but she doesn't look upset for once. Words don't come from her throat as she stops at a door, poking at a panel until the door opens to a room where the dancer is. Silence falls in his throat as he lets his face drop for a moment in a sadness that he knew too well. Survivors and killers. Victors and victims. Lux's voice sounding in his ear like a ringing of the ocean's waves. Star walks away to let them have whatever privacy that they had. No words fall from his lips when she leaves his side. A frown plastered across his face as he approaches, deeper into the room where Aeson's killer resides in.
"Hope you don't mind me coming in unannounced."
Fingers fumble with a coin in his hand that's cool and reminds him that the world isn't so hot like the molten rock. A breath in his throat as he remembers Stella's words of darkness that Aeson wouldn't want to see. Sorrow doesn't fill his face, but he's hurting. That's all that he knew. Hurting from losing once again, even though that meant others had to die. More souls that just linger on the victor's shoulders with a weight of a new world upon them. Stella Blakesley didn't know what that weight would be yet, but he knew how it felt for him the first time he woke up in that room to see Charlie over his bed. Moving towards the window that resides on the side of the room, he stares out into the city that was both their prison and kingdom.
"Your words struck me, Miss Blakesley."
A gulp of air comes through his chest as he flips the coin into the air and catches it, eyes still focused out the window at the capitolites that walk by like ants on the ground below. The sun glittering in the sky like it had been when Emberly told him to stay with her. Another weight that he has to carry every time he looks at Saffron Lower. Kieran Emberstatt's words always in his mind at the thought of the youngest Lowe. You're the bad guy in her story. Bad guys and nightmares. If only every bad guy were just that, a nightmare in the confines of a child's mind.
"You don't dream of being immortal. You don't dream of marble statues or stitched tapestries of you in the capitol. You want to be fragile. You want things to be how they were before."
Silence in the air as tension begins to eat at his insides as he remembers her kicks to Aeson that made him crumble like the villain in her story. Ansel had been a villain in someone else's story too. They were all villains in this story with no escape and no happy endings, only eternal suffering as kid after kid gets chewed up and spit out. An avox appears with wine that is set down on a table somewhere else. Green eyes staring out along the city until they turn back to Stella with a blank state as he lets his words continue.
"It's too late for that. There's no going back. You and I both know that."
Turning away, he lets out a breath that he seems to be holding for a moment as the frown stays on his face still. Memories of the pain that he had to live through the first few weeks still in his mind. Death was never easy to watch, but surviving was even worse some days. Prosthetic begins to ache in a phantom pain that he swallows down. Green eyes staring at the girl who lives. Hero or villain, he knew what it was like to be in her shoes.
"You're already immortal, Stella."
Green eyes stare to the sun once more as he remembers his promise of carrying all the lives that reside on his name. There's no change in his stance as he lets out a breath from his lungs. Lessons to learn that he is still facing head on, even after years since the Seventy Sixth. Years after molten rock haunts his dreams. Stella Blakesley was already immortalized in the form of a victor in a cold games with blood upon her hands. He didn't blame her. He didn't blame her for the lives she took, but it still hurts, even if Aeson was an ass.
It still hurt to look at her.
All he can see is the failure of Aeson and Vesper in her eyes.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Shoes that costed too much than he was used to cross the pale, white floor. Floating on the image of the finale in his head, the dancer in his mind needs someone. Someone who could understand the lights that would shine upon them with a careful microscope into their hearts ignoring the good and presenting the bad. They all float along in a lifeboat on the sea where islands rest, burning in the lava that consumes and kills like themselves. Survival was the goal, but murder was the outcome. Celebrating the one thing that they all want to burn down into nothing more than ash. A gulp of breath goes down his throat as his hands fumble with his sleeves that are too perfect to be worn by a poor boy from Six.
He wasn't that boy anymore since Lux Pelotte's eyes burned into his mind, a ghost of the past that created a new future for him. Tired of all the pain that engulfs his chest in a feeling of guilt that continues on every games in the forms of kids named Serena, Ansel, Aeson, and Vesper. A breath of air as he looks to his right for the door that'll lead him to the place where the dancer is. The feeling of his heart clamoring again like it had in the mix of Lux Pelotte's vicious words of his heart being too big. Aeson's cold vision is upon his skin as those words ring in his ears time and time again. The wrong tribute. He's always picked the wrong one at the start, just like he had done in his own games.
People like Teddy Ursa weren't meant to survive, but he had. He had survived, but he still didn't know why. Skill. Luck. Fate. Either way, he didn't know what the reasoning was. Everything seems to be changing with every step he makes towards somewhere else. The sun rising and setting according to it's own law of nature as time seems to pass him by with nothing more than a breath of air trapped in his lungs. Lux's dead eyes glaring back at him as he can see the same dead eyes in Aeson Kight. A sad boy that no one else would ever get to see what truly was inside that angry head of his. Teddy lets out a breath of air as he waves an avox away from him as the hallways lead to somewhere new. Somewhere that he needed to go to, in order to learn what he can of things.
A silly dance that he's never learned the steps tom but somehow survived through. Golden glistening metal appears in his hand as the hallway gives way to the sound of clucking and an eruption of molten rock that makes him too warm. The phantom pain in his leg aches, but he ignores it as he closes his eyes for a moment and finds himself back in the hallway once more. The photo of Ansel Khiev in his jacket pocket, the pack of cards that had been Ree Fer's in his back pocket, and fingers that brush his curly hair out of his eyes again. This was getting too much for him, but death never seemed to be easy for him. Ma told him that he had too much of a heart to watch people die. They never seem to leave his dark mind, always lurking in shadows never finding him, until he least expects it.
Someone's grabbed his hand, blinking back to reality, he can see Star pulling him down the hallway. Eyes coated in a blankness that he can't tell, but she doesn't look upset for once. Words don't come from her throat as she stops at a door, poking at a panel until the door opens to a room where the dancer is. Silence falls in his throat as he lets his face drop for a moment in a sadness that he knew too well. Survivors and killers. Victors and victims. Lux's voice sounding in his ear like a ringing of the ocean's waves. Star walks away to let them have whatever privacy that they had. No words fall from his lips when she leaves his side. A frown plastered across his face as he approaches, deeper into the room where Aeson's killer resides in.
"Hope you don't mind me coming in unannounced."
Fingers fumble with a coin in his hand that's cool and reminds him that the world isn't so hot like the molten rock. A breath in his throat as he remembers Stella's words of darkness that Aeson wouldn't want to see. Sorrow doesn't fill his face, but he's hurting. That's all that he knew. Hurting from losing once again, even though that meant others had to die. More souls that just linger on the victor's shoulders with a weight of a new world upon them. Stella Blakesley didn't know what that weight would be yet, but he knew how it felt for him the first time he woke up in that room to see Charlie over his bed. Moving towards the window that resides on the side of the room, he stares out into the city that was both their prison and kingdom.
"Your words struck me, Miss Blakesley."
A gulp of air comes through his chest as he flips the coin into the air and catches it, eyes still focused out the window at the capitolites that walk by like ants on the ground below. The sun glittering in the sky like it had been when Emberly told him to stay with her. Another weight that he has to carry every time he looks at Saffron Lower. Kieran Emberstatt's words always in his mind at the thought of the youngest Lowe. You're the bad guy in her story. Bad guys and nightmares. If only every bad guy were just that, a nightmare in the confines of a child's mind.
"You don't dream of being immortal. You don't dream of marble statues or stitched tapestries of you in the capitol. You want to be fragile. You want things to be how they were before."
Silence in the air as tension begins to eat at his insides as he remembers her kicks to Aeson that made him crumble like the villain in her story. Ansel had been a villain in someone else's story too. They were all villains in this story with no escape and no happy endings, only eternal suffering as kid after kid gets chewed up and spit out. An avox appears with wine that is set down on a table somewhere else. Green eyes staring out along the city until they turn back to Stella with a blank state as he lets his words continue.
"It's too late for that. There's no going back. You and I both know that."
Turning away, he lets out a breath that he seems to be holding for a moment as the frown stays on his face still. Memories of the pain that he had to live through the first few weeks still in his mind. Death was never easy to watch, but surviving was even worse some days. Prosthetic begins to ache in a phantom pain that he swallows down. Green eyes staring at the girl who lives. Hero or villain, he knew what it was like to be in her shoes.
"You're already immortal, Stella."
Green eyes stare to the sun once more as he remembers his promise of carrying all the lives that reside on his name. There's no change in his stance as he lets out a breath from his lungs. Lessons to learn that he is still facing head on, even after years since the Seventy Sixth. Years after molten rock haunts his dreams. Stella Blakesley was already immortalized in the form of a victor in a cold games with blood upon her hands. He didn't blame her. He didn't blame her for the lives she took, but it still hurts, even if Aeson was an ass.
It still hurt to look at her.
All he can see is the failure of Aeson and Vesper in her eyes.
