your silence is my favorite sound // lys vs dom. day nine
Aug 8, 2020 22:24:40 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Aug 8, 2020 22:24:40 GMT -5
Last night was haunted by new faces.
The night sky above the Cornucopia shone bright with both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Kenji was the first. Her District partner was downed by an unknown tribute, the boy who seemed unbeatable was beaten. She wondered if it was a fight, or if his mystery killer took him out quickly and painlessly. He was supposed to be the one to make it home, he was the clear winner, Patricia had as good as said so. Now he was gone.
And she was alone once more.
Then was Terra Markov, the girl she had gone and stabbed straight in the heart. There was a moment in the catacombs where she hesitated, a moment where Lysander realized in a different time and a different place the two of them could be friends.
But it wasn’t here.
So she took her dagger and plunged it deep into her chest, taking the life of a girl who didn’t deserve to die. Not here, not like this. The two were so close that she could hear the last breath trapped inside her lungs leave. The girl fell forward into her arms and she gently lowered her onto the ground into the field of sunflowers. Without another word she gently shut the District Six girl’s eyes and turned around to walk away.
Too afraid to look back.
Her face had shone bright in the sky, but even brighter in her dreams. Terra haunted her during the night. White garments soaked in red, blood falling from her lips. She didn’t say much, but watched and listened, following her every move. She joined the ranks of Hazel, Cyro, Meredith, and Arabella. The next morning she woke up drenched in sweat and found it difficult to catch her breath.
She could still feel them watching.
They had given her a second chance. Death had come to take her away, but the Gamemakers decided otherwise. Now there was only one logical thing for her to do, kill the person who had taken her first life. Lysander was determined to find Will Johnwayne and repay his favor.
By driving a dagger straight into his heart.
She left the cornucopia and entrance to the catacombs behind, on the hunt for the boy who had stolen her first chance. The boy who decided that when she was already dead on her feet that her suffering was enough.
Now that had died the Arena seemed smaller somehow, and she was surrounded by a flurry of petals in no time. It seemed to be barren now with so many dead tributes, but finally a figure appeared in the distance. Her fingers tightened around the handle of her dagger and while part of her hoped it was Will Johnwayne.
Another part of her prayed that it wasn’t.
Cautiously she approached the silhouette and was met with a wave of relief and anger when it was not who she was looking for. It was a boy she recognized, but could not name him. The boy from District Four had killed her ally and rage flooded over her once more.
”You’re still alive. I’m impressed.”
Though she really wasn’t.
”Did you even know his name when you killed him? Did you even bother to care?”
Had she bothered to care? When she struck down Terra?
Lysander tells herself she did.
Because if she didn’t, she might fall apart.
The night sky above the Cornucopia shone bright with both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Kenji was the first. Her District partner was downed by an unknown tribute, the boy who seemed unbeatable was beaten. She wondered if it was a fight, or if his mystery killer took him out quickly and painlessly. He was supposed to be the one to make it home, he was the clear winner, Patricia had as good as said so. Now he was gone.
And she was alone once more.
Then was Terra Markov, the girl she had gone and stabbed straight in the heart. There was a moment in the catacombs where she hesitated, a moment where Lysander realized in a different time and a different place the two of them could be friends.
But it wasn’t here.
So she took her dagger and plunged it deep into her chest, taking the life of a girl who didn’t deserve to die. Not here, not like this. The two were so close that she could hear the last breath trapped inside her lungs leave. The girl fell forward into her arms and she gently lowered her onto the ground into the field of sunflowers. Without another word she gently shut the District Six girl’s eyes and turned around to walk away.
Too afraid to look back.
Her face had shone bright in the sky, but even brighter in her dreams. Terra haunted her during the night. White garments soaked in red, blood falling from her lips. She didn’t say much, but watched and listened, following her every move. She joined the ranks of Hazel, Cyro, Meredith, and Arabella. The next morning she woke up drenched in sweat and found it difficult to catch her breath.
She could still feel them watching.
They had given her a second chance. Death had come to take her away, but the Gamemakers decided otherwise. Now there was only one logical thing for her to do, kill the person who had taken her first life. Lysander was determined to find Will Johnwayne and repay his favor.
By driving a dagger straight into his heart.
She left the cornucopia and entrance to the catacombs behind, on the hunt for the boy who had stolen her first chance. The boy who decided that when she was already dead on her feet that her suffering was enough.
Now that had died the Arena seemed smaller somehow, and she was surrounded by a flurry of petals in no time. It seemed to be barren now with so many dead tributes, but finally a figure appeared in the distance. Her fingers tightened around the handle of her dagger and while part of her hoped it was Will Johnwayne.
Another part of her prayed that it wasn’t.
Cautiously she approached the silhouette and was met with a wave of relief and anger when it was not who she was looking for. It was a boy she recognized, but could not name him. The boy from District Four had killed her ally and rage flooded over her once more.
”You’re still alive. I’m impressed.”
Though she really wasn’t.
”Did you even know his name when you killed him? Did you even bother to care?”
Had she bothered to care? When she struck down Terra?
Lysander tells herself she did.
Because if she didn’t, she might fall apart.
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( lysander attacks dom ; twisted dagger )
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( sc on chest - 4.0 )
pts preroll boots ;
knife
( sc on stomach - 4.0 )
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( sc on chest - 4.0 )
pts preroll boots ;
knife
( sc on stomach - 4.0 )