( laments of the damned ; FV/v.EA/v.CS ; day 6 )
Aug 22, 2018 0:17:46 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Aug 22, 2018 0:17:46 GMT -5
The fog lifts, my anxiety gives way to numbness — and our memories return to us like old friends. I'm not a murderer, Stitch is not an intruder, and Mackenzie isn't ready to let me go. Not yet. And maybe that's not his decision to make, maybe it's not even mine, but I still rest my head against his shoulder as we sail across the waves on our companion's raft. When the island and its terrors fade from view, sinking below the horizon, death doesn't seem as close; even as I remember the sight of Wynter's corpse. How her eyes were still so blue, still so intense, when I crouched down and took that scarf.( 'Shut up.' )
As long as the destruction stays out of my path, I can handle it being within me. I repeat that to myself like it's a mantra. The earth heals from the fire that erupts from its core, from floods and storms and all other terrible things. It's the people who suffer. And I'm so tired of being a person, of being a girl who is forced to suffer. "Mickey," I start, burying my face into the fabric of Mackenzie's shirt and resting my cheek against his chest, but I don't say anything else. It's too difficult to think of the right words, of how to apologize and forgive and how to love and hate, so I just shut off my thoughts completely. I let the sea rock me to sleep and I wake on the sand. Somewhere peaceful.
Hours have passed, long enough for the stars to be shining in the distance. I'm tucked safely away, warm and sheltered beneath a crooked tree, and I know I have Mackenzie to thank for that. His attention is elsewhere, but I still flash him a warm smile. The static isn't as loud now, the unease I had felt feels more like a memory on the verge of being forgotten, and I'm grateful for that. I'm still bad luck, my anxiety still rises just as quickly as it falls, but Mackenzie isn't giving up on me. And I've got his back, too. He doesn't seem to realize that he's our leader, or at least he doesn't see that he's a good one — and I want to tell him, to run over and throw my arms around him, but a captain doesn't need to be reminded of their first mate's loyalty. He knows.
Stitch Gabel, on the other hand, is unfamiliar territory. I rise to my feet, brushing hair out of my face as I take his token out of my pocket. I had wanted the scarf as a way of remembering Wynter, to have something to hold in my hands and take me back to that last moment we shared together, but this burden isn't mine alone to carry. I have to give it back to its rightful owner. And maybe it's selfish of me, but I have to admit that I'm okay with losing it. Wynter's death is not mine to claim, and it isn't Stitch's. I want to think of her as living and screaming and fighting. As herself. I'm smiling when I reach the boy, but my grin falters due to my shyness and overall nervousness. "This was yours before it was hers." I hold out the cloth for him to take.
His gaze holds mine for a moment, and before I can look away, I nod as if there's something I've just come to understand. "You're okay, Stitch." I bite my lip, digging at the ground with my foot, and I consider saying more. I ponder forgiving him for killing Ike, letting him know that I understand that we're all just trying to make it out alive, how I couldn't possibly judge him for what he's done — but there's no use in any of that. He understands, and so do I. The wind swallows my voice as I turn away, shuffling over to Mackenzie and curling up by his side. "We're okay." And I stay like that, awake and at peace, until the anthem comes. Until the clouds darken and the sea begins to churn violently. My allies somehow make it to their feet before I can.( I'm too familiar with
thunder to fear its roar. )
Mackenzie pulls me up, telling me to follow him as lightning splits the darkness overhead and as a tidal wave begins to take shape behind us. I see him look at Stitch, I see him recognize the fear in his eyes that all three of us share, but his only concern is me. And I'm not worthy of that, I know, but I don't protest his decision. He and I were always meant to be a pair. We're both selfish creatures. He makes it to the treeline before I can, scaling one right as I reach him. I don't even consider that he might abandon me, I wait patiently for his hand to descend, and I'm not even thinking about the water rushing towards me as I try to grab it. I'm not afraid, our fingers are touching — and then the ocean spirits me away.That's the price of my arrogance.
When I sleep, things fall apart. I'm tired of waking up to flames, to broken earth beneath my hands and a cold chill running across my body. Life is only gentle and kind when I'm watching it, but when I glance away, it comes for me and those I love and it eats us raw. And yet I still manage to stand up, no sign of my allies and no serious injuries. Just a sore throat and a faint headache. Enough pain to remind me that I still need to fight. My satchel is still hooked around my shoulder, my glaive somehow still held tightly in my grasp, and I try to make sense of my surroundings. I don't know where I am, but I know I'm alone. I know I have to find Mackenzie. I know that I'm afraid.
Seconds and minutes blur as they tick by, my thoughts swimming and my lungs still flooded with seawater, but I'm okay. I keep reminding myself that I'm alright. And so is Mackenzie. He's stronger than me, better than me; there's no way I could ever outlive him. As long as I'm around, so is he. As long as I die first... A figure catches my attention, bringing me back to reality. I run toward them, hoping to find my friend, but instead my district partner greets me. He appears just as lost and dazed as I am. "Ezekiel?" I start, rubbing at my eyes and proving to myself that he's real. "Is it really you?" But someone else joins us, and I'm so on edge that I lift my glaive without thinking it through.
This boy is just as familiar to me, the same one from the forest where Wynter died, but I'm so fucking tired of peacefulness. I just want off this damn island, I want to get back to Mackenzie and then go from there. I promised myself I'd be content with dying if it was in his arms. But not here. I don't want to die alone, surrounded by strangers. "Oh. I get it now," I bark, arms shaking and my brow furrowed. "I know what they want." I glance at the sky, at the gods on their thrones. I don't care how unhinged I must appear. My blade is thrust outward, prepared to strike. I look at Ezekiel and nod, as if that's enough to pass along the message. 'We have to fight. We have to bleed today.''Six needs to stand together.'[ griffin ]
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