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Solace Eyes {Gala & Kyanite // Marree} Feb 17, 2020 4:17:03 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 17, 2020 4:17:03 GMT -5

Gala Thomas

Calmness settles at my core as though the destiny, I never knew of, was finally claiming me to it’s chaotic sanity. My fingers crush against the textured wall that glides of fresh paint, but wrinkles beneath of its true age - my senses aching to assure me that reality was truly upon me. Just a few years ago none of this was in my realm of knowledge, safety coddling me in the idea that one of those silly careers would volunteer for my sister or I if one of us were to ever be reaped. Then I began to train as one of those silly careers, and now I’m facing what I’ve been training to do for a slim two years now.

From the start of it all my sisters had rejected my passion for strengthening myself through the career path. It wouldn’t be a surprise if none of them are to come visit me; disapproving of my foolish choice to volunteer for my twin, that I didn’t give it a second to see if someone else were to do the deed. But she is my twin, mine to protect. Though she may very well follow their influence and not come by to wish me a farewell either. And with Alexander chosen as well, perhaps no one will visit me in my final chambers before my true life begins.

The door creeks open, and the fierce Brunette who trained me some months back enters with solace in her chocolate eyes. Comfort and pain sprinkled from our times together, all of which formed me into the competitive, stubborn, warrior I am now. A gentle grin pushes at my cheeks at the site of her. Our journey together feels to be a lifetime ago, yet like it was just yesterday all at the same time. “Think Matthew would be proud?” I question in a monotoned voice, not asking her perspective - knowing Kyanite, she’ll give her opinion with a plethora of words. And my guess is in silence her pride for me will gleam, but verbally solely her fears will breach.

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Solace Eyes {Gala & Kyanite // Marree} Feb 17, 2020 5:18:10 GMT -5

Post by * on Feb 17, 2020 5:18:10 GMT -5

Kyanite Ruze

Fear.

Disgust.

Anger.

Sadness.

Hope.

and... love.

The reapings had finally come to an end for me. I no longer ever had to deal with the thought of being reaped and even though I just barely passed that age to be taken, I knew there were still others around. Friends that were younger than me, but at the time, I reveled in the love my daughter was showing me with giggles and smiles and laying her head against my chest as we waited and watched with bated breath at this year's reaping chances.

"Mira... I love you my sweet girl. Yes I do." I coo to her and she lets out this giggled amount of joy and I hold her close as she squirms in my hands. Beside me is Brooklyn followed by Vy and little Matteo who is sleeping in her arms. We as careers understand what is going on and she's here for moral support in reality and to cheer on the next set of power hungry, anxious careers. While I might have healed the majority that walked through the doors needing a bandaid, Vy had found her calling before Matteo had been born as a trainer. We were part of this in ways one couldn't part from.

"I hope it's none of those twelve year olds." I murmured when the woman had taken the name from the pool. The pool of drowning girls and only one could be saved from the districts and taken to claim fame. Though, the name that was surrendered to the safety of the capitol was none other than the sister of my best friend. The girl that practically shaped my entire reality, the one who started it all and I began to wonder how she'd feel with her sister going off to war -
but I already knew.

It's been mentioned before in passing and I knew that she wouldn't just let it happen in the way she didn't want it to.

Sadly enough, I had to respect her wishes as well. My voice would have screamed to the top of my lungs to take her place and as I watch the exchange, see Gala let go of her hands, my legs become weak. Mira's weight in my arms feels a thousand times over the weight limit that shouldn't be wanting to pull me down. Vy must have noticed and helped to lower Mira as I topple to my knees and watch Gala take the state, not as a volunteer, but in her place as a ninja's need to be unnoticed. I shake my head. Tears had fallen without notice and a pair of hands were on my shoulder, whomever they might be.

My world is ripped from me and it angers me. Is my absence in her life the reason she chose to run off like that to kill herself? Is my busy life the reason she felt she needed to walk to that stage?

"Gala... don't. Go back now while you... have... a ... chance..." Through pools in my eyes, a boy takes the stage and it looks like they are friends - like they know each other. Was this planned? The gentleness of their facial expressions for each other sealed it all. I was no longer part of her life and that was entirely my fault.
....
Standing inside the justice building, my heart did a flip. Vy had taken Mira and the others back home knowing that I would be home soon. Knowing that I would need some time to myself and this is where I was needed now. My emotions were running rampant throughout my body, weakening my legs without care, speeding up my heart, making my head feel fuzzy.

"This can't be happening."

I place my hand on the door that separates the two of us and I don't want to see her face. I don't want to hear her voice. If I ever see Gwen, I'll end up hurting her for letting Gala take her place. I know that for sure because Gala didn't deserve to go in. Her future was so strong. The games are going to tear her apart and I'm fixing to lose my best friend.

A heavy sigh made me touch the doorknob and I slowly entered.

The atmosphere was definitely heavy as my eyes traced her figure. She's grown since the last time I saw her. The last time I was able to hang out with her was when Mira was just a tiny baby.

When me and her would go out on adventures and fight the bad guys.

Me and her.

She and I were inseparable for the longest time until life decided we needed to part ways and follow different paths. I can't bring myself to speak to her. I just keep getting all these visions of laughter and comfort and pain and fear and everything in between as if life hadn't already challenged us enough and here is one last thing to separate us and if luck isn't on our side, she'll depart from my life and there's no coming back. She's going to make me suffer in silence and a smile for her willingness to save her twin sister.

"Think Matthew would be proud?"

How do I answer that? I open my mouth, fearfully enough to respond. How would I know that answer when he disappeared from my life, but does she even know that he abandoned me? I shake my head.

"Probably not. Maybe so. I couldn't tell ya." It was hurt running my mouth but I'm sure that's the one thing she didn't want to know and even though it's false, what I’m about to say, I hope she can't hear the pain in my voice.

"But I'm proud of you." It stings like pouring straight liquor down my throat after months of sobriety. My chest burns with emotion and holds back tears. My eyes begin to well up and I stare at her. "Why... would you throw your life away, Gala? WHY?"

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Solace Eyes {Gala & Kyanite // Marree} Feb 21, 2020 0:20:24 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 21, 2020 0:20:24 GMT -5

Gala Thomas

An unexpected response travels from Kyanite’s pristine lips with a, “Probably not,” on whether Matthew would be proud of me. None of us have heard from him in well over a year. Him and Kyanite had split sometime after Mira was born, had he disappeared from their life along with mine. Perhaps he had been in the very audience to witness this, while I’m still left uncertain on his reaction - along with Kyanite as she continues. “Maybe so. I couldn’t tell ya.” Honesty now flutters from her with uncertainty. He had trained me for this, he has to be. Both of them had assisted in my rise to strength, while even Kyanite’s personal opinion sounds weary as well.

“But I’m proud of you.” It almost seems as though her own words are painful for her to say. Is she truly proud, or simply stating that for my own wellbeing? Her next comment makes that clear, as her eyes gently pool with water as she speaks. “Why… would you throw your life away, Gala? WHY?” Certainty and confusion both rings out in sync with one another.

Disbelief courses my features at her questioning. She had trained me for this, for this very situation. It wasn’t for protection that they were training me for. It was being a Career that put me in the very danger I had to then prepare for. It was stepping in for my Sister that we did this all for. “To protect Gwen… It was always to protect Gwen. This is what you trained me to do.” Protest forms from my lips with a baffled tone. Guilt plagues at my heart, while destiny doesn’t budge me from what I have done.