cut myself on angel hair | dominic/pisces
Jun 10, 2020 11:31:22 GMT -5
Post by fireflyz on Jun 10, 2020 11:31:22 GMT -5
He awoke underwater.
The familiar blue was rushing in, turning his body into an aquarium, and no amount of clawing at the space above him could shatter the glass. He wanted out. Why couldn't he get out?
His nails carved into the sea once more, and now he was floating near the surface watching himself drown. Dominic reached for his own mirror, only for it to morph into the shape of a young girl. Her dark hair and eyes had been burned into his memory for years.
"Paisley!" Her name was swallowed by the sea, and as Dominic reached for her hand, she dissipated into foam.
The scene faded away as Dominic came to consciousness, head buried beneath his comforter. He hadn't thought of Paisley in a while - her death had been so long ago. Then again, he supposed that time reopened old wounds rather than healing them.
He threw the covers back and lowered himself out of the bed, the cool vinyl sending shivers through his body as his feet touched the floor. There wasn't much time left before the Games - he had his private evaluation in the morning, and then interviews, and then that was it.
"You should be ecstatic," his father had told him in the Justice Building. "The 17th Quell. This is a momentous occasion, son." What Dominic didn't say was that he hadn't even known what quell it was, let alone feel that he was becoming a significant part of history. Why did he need to be part of the grand scheme of things, anyway? He'd rather be small and insigificant, swimming in the water where Paisley drowned and remembering her when it seemed no one else could be assed to.
At first, he meandered to the kitchen to find himself some comfort food, but an idea struck him on the way. Earlier in the week, Pisces had mentioned going to the roof to clear his head. Dominic had furrowed his brows, questioned if they were even allowed up there, but now he wasn't worried about permission. He needed some sort of relief, and a roof trip might just do it.
The elevator whistled as it slid down to the apartment, and his footsteps echoed as he stepped inside. Within minutes, he was stepping into the night, the raucous sounds of the Capitol all around him.
Dominic's eyes scanned the roof, and he felt a smile tug at his lips when he spotted a familiar head of tousled brown hair.
"Fancy meeting you here," he called, crossing the open space between them. What he did not say was, I was hoping you'd be here.
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