hearts out for revenge // nevermore vs. osl day 6
Mar 28, 2020 15:51:10 GMT -5
Post by Python on Mar 28, 2020 15:51:10 GMT -5
In a way, the silence was heavier than Phi's death.
It was hard to leave his body in the middle of the jungle, and even harder to talk about it. Laurent couldn't guess what was swirling through that career head of hers, but Noel was just as quiet. He feared breaking the silence might upset what balance remained between them. If she was angry, he didn't want to set her off. If she didn't care, he didn't want to annoy her with his ramblings. That had been their dynamic from the beginning anyway; tolerating one another. They would interact to heal, to assist each other and honor the temporary truce, but nothing more than that. There were no shared drinks or laughs between them.
It was like having an awkward neighbor over for dinner - except this neighbor had a sword in her hand.
He wondered what would happen next. There was nothing standing between Noel's blade and his throat. He vowed to be peaceful, since he had no reason to hurt her right now, but would a career think the same way he did? She hadn't yet struck him as ridiculously selfish (surprisingly). but maybe her intentions were well-concealed.
The guessing game kept him up all night.
He eventually rose from his restlessness and sighed, "Are you going to kill me?"
A great campfire conversation, yet the suspense was eating him alive. He would rather be honest about death, see it coming rather than turning his back to darkness. It just seemed better that way.
"Not yet."
Ominous, but he would take it.
As she paced around their camp, he felt increasingly uneasy. The pit of his stomach sunk further and further as his tired eyes watched her. She was like an angry pendulum swinging back and forth - clearly something was boiling in her veins. How long until it exploded?
Suddenly, she snatched her bags and turned to him sharply. "We're going after them. Get up."
He stared at her. His body didn't move but his heart battered against his ribcage in newfound panic. She wanted to hunt them down? In the middle of the night? She had to be insane - or way too confident for his comfort.
"I mean now, not three days from now. Let’s go."
His eyes pleaded with her. "No I get you, I just...don't think it's a good idea." He chewed the inside of his cheek. Please listen to reason.
"I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not, we’re going to die anyway."
He sighed again, exasperated. She had a point, but now? Couldn't they finish resting first?
"I’m going whether you’re coming or not," she persisted. Well there was no way in hell he was letting that happen. Quickly, he bagged his supplies and climbed to his feet, blood rushing to make his head swim. "Okay wait, I'm coming," he said, nearly breathless already. His body was begging for rest, but he couldn't watch her leave in good conscience.
"Neither of us should be alone."
Truthfully, he couldn't bear the thought of being alone tonight. He wasn't mentally prepared for it. She could very well be leading him to his demise, but he would rather make that gamble than sit vulnerable and alone in the middle of a jungle.
Laurent had never hunted before, so he followed Noel's lead as they trekked through darkness. He tried to make as little sound as possible while tailing her, swallowing grunts as the stitches in his stomach stung with every movement. Hours must've passed, because the sun eventually poked its bright head above the horizon.
Finally she paused, gesturing to blood spots on trees. Theoretically it could be anybody's blood, but it did seem suspiciously fresh. Laurent could also hear running water - they had walked all the way back to the river?
Laurent nodded at Noel as the two tributes came into view. There was something exhilarating about finally catching something he was looking for, except now came the realization he had to fight.
Right. They were trying to kills these guys.
"You're not a hard girl to find," he said, sending his first spear sailing toward Juliet.
It was hard to leave his body in the middle of the jungle, and even harder to talk about it. Laurent couldn't guess what was swirling through that career head of hers, but Noel was just as quiet. He feared breaking the silence might upset what balance remained between them. If she was angry, he didn't want to set her off. If she didn't care, he didn't want to annoy her with his ramblings. That had been their dynamic from the beginning anyway; tolerating one another. They would interact to heal, to assist each other and honor the temporary truce, but nothing more than that. There were no shared drinks or laughs between them.
It was like having an awkward neighbor over for dinner - except this neighbor had a sword in her hand.
He wondered what would happen next. There was nothing standing between Noel's blade and his throat. He vowed to be peaceful, since he had no reason to hurt her right now, but would a career think the same way he did? She hadn't yet struck him as ridiculously selfish (surprisingly). but maybe her intentions were well-concealed.
The guessing game kept him up all night.
He eventually rose from his restlessness and sighed, "Are you going to kill me?"
A great campfire conversation, yet the suspense was eating him alive. He would rather be honest about death, see it coming rather than turning his back to darkness. It just seemed better that way.
"Not yet."
Ominous, but he would take it.
As she paced around their camp, he felt increasingly uneasy. The pit of his stomach sunk further and further as his tired eyes watched her. She was like an angry pendulum swinging back and forth - clearly something was boiling in her veins. How long until it exploded?
Suddenly, she snatched her bags and turned to him sharply. "We're going after them. Get up."
He stared at her. His body didn't move but his heart battered against his ribcage in newfound panic. She wanted to hunt them down? In the middle of the night? She had to be insane - or way too confident for his comfort.
"I mean now, not three days from now. Let’s go."
His eyes pleaded with her. "No I get you, I just...don't think it's a good idea." He chewed the inside of his cheek. Please listen to reason.
"I don’t care if it’s a good idea or not, we’re going to die anyway."
He sighed again, exasperated. She had a point, but now? Couldn't they finish resting first?
"I’m going whether you’re coming or not," she persisted. Well there was no way in hell he was letting that happen. Quickly, he bagged his supplies and climbed to his feet, blood rushing to make his head swim. "Okay wait, I'm coming," he said, nearly breathless already. His body was begging for rest, but he couldn't watch her leave in good conscience.
"Neither of us should be alone."
Truthfully, he couldn't bear the thought of being alone tonight. He wasn't mentally prepared for it. She could very well be leading him to his demise, but he would rather make that gamble than sit vulnerable and alone in the middle of a jungle.
Laurent had never hunted before, so he followed Noel's lead as they trekked through darkness. He tried to make as little sound as possible while tailing her, swallowing grunts as the stitches in his stomach stung with every movement. Hours must've passed, because the sun eventually poked its bright head above the horizon.
Finally she paused, gesturing to blood spots on trees. Theoretically it could be anybody's blood, but it did seem suspiciously fresh. Laurent could also hear running water - they had walked all the way back to the river?
Laurent nodded at Noel as the two tributes came into view. There was something exhilarating about finally catching something he was looking for, except now came the realization he had to fight.
Right. They were trying to kills these guys.
"You're not a hard girl to find," he said, sending his first spear sailing toward Juliet.
[attacks juliet - javelin]
E9OjqJwf6vjavelin
miss -- 0.0 damage
accuracy
javelin
shallow cut on calf -- 3.5 damage
javelin·javelinE9OjqJwf6vjavelin
miss -- 0.0 damage
accuracy
javelin
shallow cut on calf -- 3.5 damage