see the fire in your eyes | angel x parson
Dec 10, 2018 14:46:11 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Dec 10, 2018 14:46:11 GMT -5
”Parson, you’re not allowed in there. “
It takes two peacekeepers and a snotty nosed surgeon to stop me from slipping through the curtain. ”He has only just got here, give him some time to rest.”
A part of me forgot about the twist when Annie flung that betrayal knife. Allies pitted against each other, I guess it is an act that tugs at the heart strings for the mass watching out there. It is an unlikely way to cheer on a fight, to beg for one to be defeated. Slain just so he can be in my arms, selfishness does really strike down the wicked but here my prayer has been answered.
Thank you for sending Angel back to me Annie. Her promise of protecting us is sealed. May she go on and win.
Time ticks by slowly in this vault, hums of silent conversations and the beeping from the surgical corner are all that fill it. My time is spent by the television screen, in hope that the scenes unfolding will capture my mind for a moment and stop me from charging through the curtains again.
The idea of taking a nap is abandoned, not with the thought of him filling every sense in my body. It has only been three days and yet every inch of me yearns to be reunited with the boy from Seven. A stranger just a mere week ago and this soft brain of mine fills my body with emotions that I cannot control. Life never prepared me for this and there is even the doubt that he mirrors these feelings.
Damn it, I am Parson Chan. Shit like this does not get to me.||
A crash of audio sends my heart into a trauma, picking me straight from the unexpected snooze in the games viewing area. I guess the comfort of the chairs got the better of me. I am slumped against the side of the seat, both legs hanging over one arm. A dead arm announces its presence, my heavy head must have crushed it during my descent into the unconscious world. This has been happening a lot, napping everywhere that is not my own bed, makes a change from relieving myself everywhere but the toilet.
I rub both of my eyes, fishing my mind out from its dormant state and into reality. My body hasn’t quite caught up with the active world and it takes a few minutes for me to get back onto my feet. Damn, years must have been added to this aching body.
The anthem begins to play on the over-sized screen, I stay just to confirm the thought that is flagged in my mind as soon has his face is displayed, I bolt out of the area and to the surgical corner.
A familiar grip on my forearms pulls me back, a new rota of peacekeepers, one even pats their weapon as if they would kill me now. ”Go on, shoot me.”
”Mr Cham!” The same surgeon who haunts my dreams, the mad scientist that sprung a new monster onto the world, not a sight that is welcomed in this moment. ”Mr De Costa has been discharged, he is somewhere in the vault.”
I shake from the grip of the armoured props and track down the whereabouts of the Seven boy. The first place I went was the dining room, but he carries more etiquette that me, maybe the comfort of the sleeping area?
Common sense must surely exist with me, his familiar figure brings a cheer to my heart. I hold back from the romantic move of running in for a hug, the pain that floated by for hours must linger with him too. A friendly re-introduction it is in this reunion. Let him come to me. ”Angel, you took your time didn’t you?” My throat burns as the question is asked, I am different to the boy that left in the arena, am I even recognisable?The day is done, the time has come
You battled hard, the war is won
You did your worst
You tried your best
Now it's time to rest
Title and lyrics: Woody Jackson - See The Fire In Your eyes