a vacant hell [Callum/Nico]
Jun 4, 2020 1:20:13 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 4, 2020 1:20:13 GMT -5
C A L L U M |
Elijah told him his first fairytale, tucked beneath a castle of bedsheets and blankets. "Lay down and close your eyes, Callum" his brother had whispered to him, and when he had finally complied Elijah's whispers had filled the nighttime silence, resting on a backdrop of cicadas and mockingjays. On that night Callum had learned of castles and knights, of wizards and sorceresses and mighty dragons that leaked fire from their lips, of damsels and fairies, of glory and glamour. With each word his brother spoke the hunger that wracked his bones had seemed less apparent, the toothpick bones and tissue paper skin had hardened into armor, and a heart had turned to gold. He had dreamed of that night for years later, even as the words between the two of them had grown thin and their fights grew vicious, as the world around him turned grey and the castles he dreamed of turned to coal mines. Dreams of one day, the fairytale his brother had spun for him would become real.
Fairytale became reality, and the boy who spent his entire life clamoring to escape into one does not like it.
Like an army in war it comes in waves, coursing through his blood like venom and dripping from every pore in his skin. His stomach churns like the sea and his throat swells with every word he
It happened first in the Justice Building and second on the train, behind locked closed doors and barricaded hearts. Behind eighteen years of building a kingdom and ten seconds of watching it collapse. Tonight is no different for Callum, waiting until he hears the soft click of the door closing behind him before collapsing to the ground, back pressed to the edge of the bed. The lights of the Capitol pound against the windows before passing through completely, smearing themselves onto the walls and floor in a dancing bloody mess. His vision cracks and shatters as tears well in his eyes, falling from their castle and sprinting down his cheeks.
Crumbled kingdoms and broken hearts, he presses palms to his face to stop his tears as he hears the handle to the door begin to turn.
