stronger {Faux/Nico VT}
May 25, 2019 17:48:48 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on May 25, 2019 17:48:48 GMT -5
The sun rests high in the sky, and occasionally he hears the flapping of a birds wing as a breeze floats by. Every hair catches the beads of sweat rolling from his brow.
A year has gone by since he returned home, and Faux isn't sure where life is going. Death called for him, and she nearly stole him from the planet. It's amazing what the surgeons in the Capitol can do, yet they couldn't fix the struggles. Speaking, writing, reading, everything he once enjoyed is hard, and many people turn away in the blink of an eye. Maybe today is different.
A heavy sigh leaves his chest.
Nothing is different.
It's just another day trapped within the walls of a world he nearly escaped, but now he has a goofy grin plastered against his face. Life is so precious, and never again will Faux take anything for granted.
District twelve brought home another victor, and he's yearning to meet him. To talk to him. To see how life is going for him since walking out of the arena alive. Many aren't given a second chance, but maybe Nico can take a letter to Carter. Maybe they can talk. Maybe Faux can offer him a sense of hope in a such a dark place.
He can't relate at all because his hands are clean. Not once did he take the life of another innocent being, yet the thoughts were there because he wanted to come home without a care in the world.
Yet he's here standing in the midst of the district square eyes locked on the stage. His homecoming wasn't one filled with joyous praise because a crown never set up his head, but this one is different. Nico won the games. He's here as memories pour from Faux's own eyes.
A letter rests in the palm of his hands as his weight shifts from one foot to the other. It's his hope that Nico will take the letter to Carter. To give him a chance at realizing he thinks about him from time to time when his memory allows him.
Rex and Arianna both fought so well despite the odds being placed against them, and they're both resting beyond the stars with the others that have gone on before them. Yet Faux doesn't hear another word until it's done, and instead of leaving, he slowly waddles towards the stage hoping to catch Nico before he leaves for whatever follows the victory tour.
Dinners?
He pauses trying to form the words together. A year has been a long time for practicing, and right now it doesn't seem worth it.
"Can I h...h...have word?"
His gaze drops towards the ground wondering if they even reached the ears of the victor standing on the stage. Life is hard, but it is worth living even through the hard moments.
What doesn't kill him will make him stronger as long as Faux has patience.
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