bitter / better [ nan & grim. ]
Feb 19, 2021 12:53:33 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker tallis 🌱 kaitlin. on Feb 19, 2021 12:53:33 GMT -5
grim mercer. |
Getting bumped into in line in the dining hall is, when put into perspective, the kind of thing that I should really not lose my head about.
But I've never much been one for keeping my temper.
It's day one, a single night of restless sleep under my belt, and I miss my sister. I will never say it out loud I don't think, but I've spent my entire life with her at my side. Even on the worst days, the ones where I hated her and wanted to rip her goddamned throat out and hang it out for the birds to gnaw on, I loved her. I loved the way that she made me feel, the way she made me want to be better, the way she made me pause to think and consider the fact that not everyone in the world it out to be malicious. But fuck, the girl from four bumps into me in line and instead of calm and collected, the first thing on the tip of my tongue it "cunt."
There's a reason I don't work alone.
No on trusts me to be one my own.
There's something about this girls face that just makes me think about Haven. Something about this girl that feels like too much of a mirror. Too much like me, and yet—not. It makes me feel all prickly all over, like the Capitol reaped me and took me away from the place that I belonged and set me someplace that looks just like home, but definitely isn't.
"Watch where you're going," I say, but it's really a moot statement because the next thing I do is put my hands on her and shove her a step back.
But I've never much been one for keeping my temper.
It's day one, a single night of restless sleep under my belt, and I miss my sister. I will never say it out loud I don't think, but I've spent my entire life with her at my side. Even on the worst days, the ones where I hated her and wanted to rip her goddamned throat out and hang it out for the birds to gnaw on, I loved her. I loved the way that she made me feel, the way she made me want to be better, the way she made me pause to think and consider the fact that not everyone in the world it out to be malicious. But fuck, the girl from four bumps into me in line and instead of calm and collected, the first thing on the tip of my tongue it "cunt."
There's a reason I don't work alone.
No on trusts me to be one my own.
There's something about this girls face that just makes me think about Haven. Something about this girl that feels like too much of a mirror. Too much like me, and yet—not. It makes me feel all prickly all over, like the Capitol reaped me and took me away from the place that I belonged and set me someplace that looks just like home, but definitely isn't.
"Watch where you're going," I say, but it's really a moot statement because the next thing I do is put my hands on her and shove her a step back.
