i pretend i do not see it [Helle/Callum]
Jun 4, 2020 12:42:28 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 4, 2020 12:42:28 GMT -5
C A L L U M |
Callum Leare is tired of being tired.
He can hear them outside, celebrating his coming death with champagne and wine, glasses clinking and fighting to be heard over one another. He had started the night watching them from his windows, pressed fingertips into glass and felt the pulse of the Capitol kingdom in front of him. Knights and castles, it's like the Capitol itself was alive and he was the abandoned princess, pressed into a barricaded prison and locked away for eternity.
no knight to save you the walls whispers to him
perhaps i should jump he answers back
But he is no warrior and he is much less a hero, the creak of his suite door closing as he leaves mocking him when he steps foot into the hallways. His bones creak in protest with every step he takes through the training center, the fluorescent lighting of the hallways fighting against the nighttime sky that seeps in through the windows. Even at night, the Training Center was never lifeless, and he cannot tell if it is his own heartbeat hammering inside of his head or if it is the ghost of tributes past inside the walls surrounding him, beckoning him into his own grave.
Piece by piece, second by second they scream.
Piece by piece, second by second he joins them.
But a wicked snarl and a giggle and the sound of footsteps and scratches against the walls cut through the silence, and as he rounds the corner he catches sight of her. A ghost?
Am I dreaming?
But a wicked snarl and a giggle and the sound of footsteps and scratches against the walls cut through the silence, and as he rounds the corner he catches sight of her. A ghost?
Am I dreaming?
After all, he hasn't slept in two days.
No, he recognizes her from the videos. Hella, Hell, Hellemine. He watches her for a few seconds, her ignorance to his figure a saving grace. Perhaps in Twelve he would have offered to help her, but this is a new kingdom. He isn't here to make enemies with the damned, yet he can't make friends with them either.
No, he recognizes her from the videos. Hella, Hell, Hellemine. He watches her for a few seconds, her ignorance to his figure a saving grace. Perhaps in Twelve he would have offered to help her, but this is a new kingdom. He isn't here to make enemies with the damned, yet he can't make friends with them either.
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