This is Water [Myrcella/Saturn]
Feb 19, 2019 18:11:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2019 18:11:06 GMT -5
- Saturn RhoDon -
I am starting to see stars and moons
(it's an awful sham, but I follow suit)
This is how it ends, a courageous boom
(it's an awful sham, but I follow suit)
This is how it ends, a courageous boom
He couldn’t quite be sure whether or not he’d been inspired by the boys from district one. Sure, as any kid he’d found that they were people to look up to – faces flashing across the screen, intense battles, the feeling of belonging when the rest of district one was shouting their names – but time chipped away at the veneer of it all to reveal that the boys were often just that: not quite men, stuck in a space in between, fighting a game they were unlikely to win. Justice was the last to be crowned, and since then the boys from district one had few moments of glory. The older Saturn got, the less he admired them and the more he wondered just how long it would be until, inevitably, they met their end.
This wasn’t out of cruelty, or a desire to see other boys fall (should fate pluck him out of the reaping bowl as it had). Rather, as time stole their youth and made them temporary celebrities, a small part of him wanted to be able to grant them their lives back. Imagine a moment in which your life is changed forever, one that you couldn’t run from. Why would you want to hold this heavy weight until you died? It was plain on their faces no matter how much they dared to rise above. He could see it in Yusei, desperate not to kill the wolf tearing him apart, his life had been only as important as the eyes watching him expire. A disappointing finish for district one, a boy to be forgotten (and so he would be, Saturn supposed, free to live his life).
He’d taken time to shower following the reaping and put on a fresh pair of jeans, with a tight black tee and matching sneakers. He’d kept his snapback hat as his token – something casual to be worn in the arena that could protect from all manner of sun in his face. He’d had the thing ever since his first reaping, a mix between a good luck charm given to him by his next youngest sister, and a knickknack of which he’d been irrationally fond. The long corridor leading to the dining car was empty, save for the paintings of old tributes hanging across from the windows. They appeared in chronological order, with the first district one male tribute at the entrance to the dining car (a short, squat fellow with a shock of red hair and freckles).
Nestled at the end of a long oak dining table, his plate decked with a few cupcakes, a share of cookies, some tortilla chips dusted with a strangely tangy spice, and a tall glass of beer in a boot shaped mug, Saturn went about passing time sampling what the car had to offer. He wasn’t a stranger to opulence, though he knew that even district one couldn’t compare to what they offered to the folks in the capitol. And passing time eating his way through the train ride wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon. He turned on the flat screen television mounted to the wall and began to cycle through the district reapings.
It was when they reached district six, with the boy busy stomping out a cigarette that Saturn heard the door open. He was leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head and bits of frosting across his chin, when he laid eyes on his district partner.
“’Sup.” He nodded to her, not bothering to move from his seat. He wasn’t much one for introductions, anyway.
This wasn’t out of cruelty, or a desire to see other boys fall (should fate pluck him out of the reaping bowl as it had). Rather, as time stole their youth and made them temporary celebrities, a small part of him wanted to be able to grant them their lives back. Imagine a moment in which your life is changed forever, one that you couldn’t run from. Why would you want to hold this heavy weight until you died? It was plain on their faces no matter how much they dared to rise above. He could see it in Yusei, desperate not to kill the wolf tearing him apart, his life had been only as important as the eyes watching him expire. A disappointing finish for district one, a boy to be forgotten (and so he would be, Saturn supposed, free to live his life).
He’d taken time to shower following the reaping and put on a fresh pair of jeans, with a tight black tee and matching sneakers. He’d kept his snapback hat as his token – something casual to be worn in the arena that could protect from all manner of sun in his face. He’d had the thing ever since his first reaping, a mix between a good luck charm given to him by his next youngest sister, and a knickknack of which he’d been irrationally fond. The long corridor leading to the dining car was empty, save for the paintings of old tributes hanging across from the windows. They appeared in chronological order, with the first district one male tribute at the entrance to the dining car (a short, squat fellow with a shock of red hair and freckles).
Nestled at the end of a long oak dining table, his plate decked with a few cupcakes, a share of cookies, some tortilla chips dusted with a strangely tangy spice, and a tall glass of beer in a boot shaped mug, Saturn went about passing time sampling what the car had to offer. He wasn’t a stranger to opulence, though he knew that even district one couldn’t compare to what they offered to the folks in the capitol. And passing time eating his way through the train ride wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon. He turned on the flat screen television mounted to the wall and began to cycle through the district reapings.
It was when they reached district six, with the boy busy stomping out a cigarette that Saturn heard the door open. He was leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head and bits of frosting across his chin, when he laid eyes on his district partner.
“’Sup.” He nodded to her, not bothering to move from his seat. He wasn’t much one for introductions, anyway.
*Star & Moons, Dizzy
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