sink on through the cracks [Callum/Cyro]
Jun 4, 2020 14:54:37 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 4, 2020 14:54:37 GMT -5
C A L L U M |
Rumors spread like wildfire within the walls of the Capitol. At least, that's what he has heard.
On the blue tinted cheeks and overdrawn lips of every Capitolite rests a million different reasons to love, hate, fear, or despise someone, and at every Capitol gathering they pass along the same things that they had heard from a friend of a friend, who had heard it from a friend of a friend. This place is a petri dish, rife with sickness and built on toxicity.
Nobody was friends in this kingdom. At least, not for long.
If the Capitol was a petri dish than the Training Center was a test sample, contained yet wild with the same sickness as outside the walls. With a fresh batch of tributes within their midst, the trainers and Capitolites that worked within the walls were passing venomous stories from ear to ear. He hears them in the hallways, in the training rooms, within the cafeteria, sharing the stories of the damned like they are no more than that: stories.
"You hear about that volunteer who has a kid? Some shit.."
It doesn't take long for him to hear about the antics of Cyro Krane, and it takes even less for him to decide that Cyro Krane is selfish. Anger at a boy he does not know bubbles up from his stomach at the thought of a kingless prince, a boy growing up watching his father slaughtered. Cyro Krane had thrown his life away and, in turn, had taken his son's life with him as well.
So, he makes no effort to hide his disdain when he spots Cyro within the dining hall, his tray clattering against the table as he sets it down. He spares an introduction and goes right for the ending of Cyro Krane's story.
"Why would you leave your son?"