if you don't beat me to it | ezra v little dear
Jul 19, 2020 12:15:24 GMT -5
Post by goat on Jul 19, 2020 12:15:24 GMT -5
ezra valencia
He only lets himself read the note Niko handed him after he sleeps. The night seems endless, but he’d rather lay under this artificial sky than be back underground, stumbling through a dark cavern with the blood of two people all over him. When the sun starts to peek over the horizon, only to be drowned out by a shadow of god knows what, he pulls himself to his feet, reaches into his pocket, and unfolds the battered sheet of paper.
I love you SO much.
A breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he thinks about letting himself choke. He took someone from this world, someone who was loved. Sure, someone else had killed him first, but he had finished the job, and for what? So he could crawl back into the light and die again?
His family would be fine. His parents had three other children, and they would grow up and forget him. What about Niko’s family? What about Cyro’s, his son? What if he had irrevocably torn apart families, what if they would never recover?
He digs the tip of his knife into the center of his palm, lets it burn, and then drops his arms at his side as if nothing had happened.
There’s a shadow in the corner of his eye, and Ezra jerks his head to see a wounded animal. There are weapons buried in its skin, the wounds deep and scabbed, and a mask surrounds its face. It looks like it could be a regular deer, but the way its antlers are sharpened to points tells Ezra it’s nothing more than another Capitol muttation.
Fuck you, he thinks. Fuck you and everything you stand for. He’s already killed two mutts and two people, what’s another one, right ?
[ ezra attacks the little dear; knife ]
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2019 -- Stabbed in Calf -- 8.5 damage
I love you SO much.
A breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he thinks about letting himself choke. He took someone from this world, someone who was loved. Sure, someone else had killed him first, but he had finished the job, and for what? So he could crawl back into the light and die again?
His family would be fine. His parents had three other children, and they would grow up and forget him. What about Niko’s family? What about Cyro’s, his son? What if he had irrevocably torn apart families, what if they would never recover?
He digs the tip of his knife into the center of his palm, lets it burn, and then drops his arms at his side as if nothing had happened.
There’s a shadow in the corner of his eye, and Ezra jerks his head to see a wounded animal. There are weapons buried in its skin, the wounds deep and scabbed, and a mask surrounds its face. It looks like it could be a regular deer, but the way its antlers are sharpened to points tells Ezra it’s nothing more than another Capitol muttation.
Fuck you, he thinks. Fuck you and everything you stand for. He’s already killed two mutts and two people, what’s another one, right ?
[ ezra attacks the little dear; knife ]
l5WLp6uNwVknife
2019 -- Stabbed in Calf -- 8.5 damage
