dead lives dont hate | carter&nico 81st vt
May 21, 2019 21:39:46 GMT -5
Post by Tom on May 21, 2019 21:39:46 GMT -5
Fuck you, Nico!
The jack grins. The queen smiles. The king frowns. Cards shuffle around with a gentle calm presence as if Carter Laws wasn't questioning why death chose to keep him alive. The pain in chest still weighs heavy as a phantom pain of what once was. Except, he swears he hurts because of regret for his life. The joker laughs with the memory of the screen behind his eyes as the breath of coyotes fill his lungs and the panic spreads throughout his chest and into his sheets.
Nightmares grow with each living breath, no escape from the haunting nights of the arena. His father's already spent much of his time awake at night, fear in those eyes every time Carter rolls out of bed and into the living room at the crack of midnight. Jack always waits with him at his personal garden with a hum of a song he's heard long before. The shared sentiment was sweet, but bitter in his own tongue. Jayne's scream still echoes in his ears most days.
Aranica couldn't be his escape every time he felt this way.
Doesn't help that he's been avoiding his issues instead of facing them head on like he told Jack. He wanted to live for himself, but every day he feels selfish for doing what he wants. Selfish for not spending enough time with Jayne before the reaping. Selfish for still being alive while she'll come home in a coffin and be buried next to Mitchell and Gabriel, where the empty plot of land that was meant for him to be.
Her death had been on the screen, which caused the worst episode he's had since coming back. Lars. Max. Auto. He missed them more days than not when he watches the days past and Jayne's death echoing in his head. Hope that she'd make it out, burned out by Nico Thorne. Jack had angrily slammed something at the sight of it all, but Carter knew what it was like being in those shoes. Knew how much you could lose yourself in those moments.
Fear of death makes people do the worst of things.
He would know.
Anger had been his second reaction to his sister's death. Anger seems pointless nowadays, but he still gets a flash of it now and again. Disconnection from the world had been the first reaction, despite Jack asking him if he could hear, if he could understand why, if he could give them hope. No one else would be like the eightieth tributes. Hope doesn't exist for them anymore, unless you win.
Though, he saw Annie's eyes.
Winning doesn't mean hope.
Carter Laws had found himself on the path again. A rose in his hand and the silence of his own footsteps against the dirt path from the Laws home to the district square. Cards heavy among the front pocket of his button up. Mind stuck over thinking every motion as if it were his last. Despite him knowing it would not be his last, not anymore. Eyes stare into the hollows of white eyes that wonder how he's doing. People smile at him with that friendly pity that makes his stomach churn.
Friendly smiles and pitiful eyes, he's seen them all.
The train station is exactly how he remembers it. Grey, dull, and filled with only hollowness of memories. Hugs shared and tears shed, he can remember the way he waved goodbye to the others, knowing full well that it would only be a few times that they'd see one another. Anger had faded away for many of his emotions towards them. Better to focus on the good things and not the regrets. A sigh from his throat as the sight of Nico Thorne among the grayness of the station, Carter can feel his heart clench at the sight, but he ignores that anger, the sorrow, he focuses on why he came here.
"Uh.... Nico?"
Shuffling from foot to foot, feeling younger than he actually was, he holds himself taller. Eyes shifting from missing limb to missing limb. A sigh from his throat as he holds out the rose cut from the bush that grew the realization of forgiveness. The reason for why he came here. Forgiveness in a world that didn't forgive death. Jack was angry, but Carter was not. He knew what it was like to feel like life was in your own hands and to create death. A small smile fills his lips, despite the struggle as he glances to the others there.
"Uh... This is for you."
The rose extended in a peace offering towards his sister's killer.
"Could we talk? Somewhere else?"