between breaths [andros/gideon]
Oct 14, 2018 18:09:19 GMT -5
Post by wimdy on Oct 14, 2018 18:09:19 GMT -5
leandros halle
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while the space between
my body and my mind
keeps caving in
There's a momentary quiet each year that settles over the district just after the Reaping takes place. A disbelief, a hope that can't be nailed down. It's never permanent. There are so many possibilities that it swallows up the district whole.
Behind the quiet, though, is a buzzing so loud beneath Andros's skin that he want to tear it off and find the source to snuff it out once and for all.
It wouldn't even hurt.
The waves dull the sensation well enough, crashing against his head that feels full to the brim, but they don't make the itch go away. Nothing does. Days on end of throwing himself into training until his skin is raw and the trainers send him home still bloodied and desensitized, a constant state, a constant reminder to do better.
He is never enough.
Settling down onto the damp sand, Andros dig his toes into the ground, eyes focused on the waves instead of the way the hair on his exposed forearms stand at attention in the autumn sea breeze. Another full year of waiting for the buzzing to drive him to madness before he has a chance to prove himself. Not for them. Not for his mother, or father, or the doctors or trainers or district dwellers.
For himself.
What else is he to do? What else is he good for, if not this one thing?
His ribs are tight when he breathes in the salty air, cracked and stretched to their pressure points, but his breathing goes deeper still. He can breathe past pressure, as he always has. Some years it feels more difficult than others, though... Another year of staring at the waves and wondering if it'd be better for them to swallow him whole before the buzzing breathes life to pains he cannot begin to imagine.
Pulling his grey sweater down over his arms, Andros curl close around his knees and waits for the waves.
this body
the dear hunter
the dear hunter