If I Had My Time Again [Damaris/Saturn Day 3]
Mar 16, 2019 10:34:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2019 10:34:35 GMT -5
Saturn Rhodon
He was expecting a more awe inspiring view from the top of the thumb.
Something that could’ve taken his breath away, or at the least, something that would’ve taken his mind off of all that was bouncing around inside of his head. There was Alja’s death, which was the least thought provoking of all that he’d faced (people died all the time, especially in the hunger games). When he was twelve he’d seen a boy get his neck snapped when one boy had thrown the full weight of his body atop another boy’s neck. He’d gone all still and white, with big black pupils. Saturn had wondered whether death would look different here but no, those were the same eyes of a wasted life when he watched Alja expire in front of him.
There was the notion that they owed something to the girl from twelve, as she could have just as easily gone for one of them but, he figures she was far and away the least of his worries. She would have to get along without them. He thinks that in his three days he hasn’t come across another boy in the arena (was he being punished by the gamemakers, or maybe some unnamed god?). He still had the clump of Exover’s hair in his pocket. The little fragment of a boy that’d shared his bed said more to him than any flowery letter ever could. Maybe he’d finally get a few moments alone to himself to clear out of all that he needed to (or at least sneak it, while Damaris snoozed that night).
He hung his legs down over the side of the rocky outcropping, hands flat behind him. He took in the heat of the sun, and the cold of the wind that cut across his flank. He stared out at the sunflowers dotting the distance, and further still the grass from where they’d been the first day. It’d been no more than twelve hours since he and Damaris had exchanged truths; it had been twelve hours and he felt much the same as when he started. Maybe sweatier, and a bit more odorous, too.
“You ever think about what you would’ve done, if you’d known this was coming?” Saturn lays his back flat on the rock to stare at the sky. He watches a cloud take shape (like a star) and he sees it waver across his field of vision. He thinks about how much fairer it would’ve been if he’d known that his name was going to be drawn.
“Like if you could go back and do it over, what would you change?”
*If I Had My Time Again, Groundhog Day
Something that could’ve taken his breath away, or at the least, something that would’ve taken his mind off of all that was bouncing around inside of his head. There was Alja’s death, which was the least thought provoking of all that he’d faced (people died all the time, especially in the hunger games). When he was twelve he’d seen a boy get his neck snapped when one boy had thrown the full weight of his body atop another boy’s neck. He’d gone all still and white, with big black pupils. Saturn had wondered whether death would look different here but no, those were the same eyes of a wasted life when he watched Alja expire in front of him.
There was the notion that they owed something to the girl from twelve, as she could have just as easily gone for one of them but, he figures she was far and away the least of his worries. She would have to get along without them. He thinks that in his three days he hasn’t come across another boy in the arena (was he being punished by the gamemakers, or maybe some unnamed god?). He still had the clump of Exover’s hair in his pocket. The little fragment of a boy that’d shared his bed said more to him than any flowery letter ever could. Maybe he’d finally get a few moments alone to himself to clear out of all that he needed to (or at least sneak it, while Damaris snoozed that night).
He hung his legs down over the side of the rocky outcropping, hands flat behind him. He took in the heat of the sun, and the cold of the wind that cut across his flank. He stared out at the sunflowers dotting the distance, and further still the grass from where they’d been the first day. It’d been no more than twelve hours since he and Damaris had exchanged truths; it had been twelve hours and he felt much the same as when he started. Maybe sweatier, and a bit more odorous, too.
“You ever think about what you would’ve done, if you’d known this was coming?” Saturn lays his back flat on the rock to stare at the sky. He watches a cloud take shape (like a star) and he sees it waver across his field of vision. He thinks about how much fairer it would’ve been if he’d known that his name was going to be drawn.
“Like if you could go back and do it over, what would you change?”
*If I Had My Time Again, Groundhog Day
