Call Them Brothers [Shy/Del Day 6 Leisure]
Nov 28, 2020 14:22:23 GMT -5
Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Nov 28, 2020 14:22:23 GMT -5
That's it, it's split it won't recover
Just frame the halves and call them brothers
Find their fathers and their mothers
If you remember who they are
He wrapped the bandage tight around the stretch of his forearm where the knife had gone deep. The salve worked to patch up the wound underneath, along with the sloppy stitching he’d spent to rend the flesh together. If Delroy had a mirror, he’d have been able to see all the scars he’d accumulated in the last six days. The jagged marks across his back, the purpling bruises across his stomach, and the mangled flesh along his legs all clung together with each patchwork they’d done after every battle.
The cornucopia stood stark behind them, etched of ice and unchanged since the first day they’d been lifted into the arena. Somehow, he and Shy had begun the journey together and now appeared close to ending it together, too. With three other cannon shots throughout the day, Del understood that more likely than not, he’d have to say his goodbyes to the quiet career from two that night.
This felt worse than the wounds seeping across his skin. Del reasoned that he’d drawn all his strength to survive from those who’d stood behind him: Domitia, Neysa, and Shy all at least tacitly agreeing to help him carry the banner forward. But now? He’d have to go it alone. As the chill came down his spine, Del pushed away the thought that he’d have to end a life to get through another day.
Should he have embraced it instead? Already he’d seen four that’d fallen: three at his hands, and a fourth just barely not. If he couldn’t accept death for what it was now, then he had no business going on living.
“Want to watch the sunset, man?” Del turned to look after Shy and offered a seat on the ice next to him. He moved to pull his knees up toward his chest.
“I wanted to tell you... I'm glad you're here, bud.”