Dead Men Don't Speak [Carter&Faux]
Nov 12, 2018 20:59:05 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Nov 12, 2018 20:59:05 GMT -5
Get out of your head
the voices don't know what is best for you
in the pouring rain
I head the devil call me out
The rose arrives that morning.
Orange colored with the letter W carved into a leaf. Pretty in nature, but the words mean nothing now that he's a walking corpse in the eyes of Wander Sibley. A huff of air as the quiet bird stares at him in the cage that was given to him. Something else that reminds him that he's alive, just like Faux Rhodes who lives in this space with him. Silence in Carter's presence as if Carter didn't want to speak. Not yet. Dead mean don't talk. Dead men are supposed to remain dead. Fear is in both of their veins, but he can't let it be shown. Hours ago, Carter might have cut Faux's leg off. With no remorse for the man, other than to get home, but now, that thought is poison.
A groan as he slumps against the floor letting the cool ground ease his warmth. Strange things have happened in the past day or so, with the silence in his ear remaining and the pain of his chest still there. Heart surgery was never an easy process and Carter knew why now. Silence passes between them as Carter holds the rose in his hand thinking of how he was going to get water to put the rose in an how he's going to get the rose back to Wander or even to Mitchell's grave. A sign that they were alive even if the screen showed their death like it was the most exciting thing in the world. Mutts tearing him apart as he doesn't scream. Announcers excited to see such a determined kid throw away his life to mutts.
They speak of his brother's legacy like they were one in the same. None of them had been the same.
A breath of air as he pulls out the cards with a hole in the middle, still usable, but a reminder that Mitchell Laws had saved his life once again. Time and time again, Mitchell had protected him and even now, Mitchell protected him from death despite dying already. Anger is in his veins, but not at anyone else. Only himself. Anger that he had lost himself in order to live once more. Born to live, but at what cost.
Wordlessly, he shuffles through the cards, giving the best smile he's got at Faux and says.
"Wanna play a game or two?"I finally feel okay
in the pouring rain
you say 'leave from the fog
inside my head'song: rain