i need you so much closer /asher+ky (post 88th)
Sept 8, 2021 1:47:09 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Sept 8, 2021 1:47:09 GMT -5
K Y
He leans in the doorframe, early morning light coming through the curtains splits him straight down the middle. The look in his eyes is far away, in his head, he's already gone.
"I just don't trust Val with the greenhouse, alright? He's probably going to photograph the plants dying before he deigns to water them," he tells Opal, suitcase standing behind him in the hall. The first train out of the Capitol is set to leave in half an hour. "I'll call you from the landline when I get there."
It's Five in the morning and that explanation is enough. Ky pulls the door shut behind him and pulls his hood up out of habit. The city sleeps for only a few hours a day and five in the morning is the sweet spot. The party-goers have finally collapsed or retreated indoors and the working class are holding onto sleep for as long as they can before their grind begins again.
Ky grabs a coffee from a 24-hour bakery outside his mother's apartment and walks quickly down the street towards the train station. Crows run along the street in front of him, pecking at the discarded remains of someone's drunken snack. They scatter as he approaches and then regroup behind him, fighting over an old hot dog.
The wheels of his suitcase are loud in the emptiness of the morning but Ky barely hears them, he's too caught up in his thoughts again. Ky grins, that tired kind of euphoria one gets from lack of sleep flowing through him with the caffeine.
"Goodbye, love you."
He is the only person in the entire world this morning and Asher Clarke said he loved him.
Since yesterday afternoon, he's tried to overthink that sentence a hundred times but not even Ky can misconstrue that.
"Goddammit Ky, just come home."
"Good morning," he says to the pigeons hopping all over the fountain in Victory square. The brick archways to the train station are a mere thirty feet away and Ky will be on a train in minutes. He doubts that Asher knew he'd be coming back so soon, especially with the crowning of the new victor today, but he can't help himself.
He tried to sleep last night but when he shut his eyes, he heard the wind through the apple trees and there was summer on his skin again, touching down so gently.
"come home."
Alright.
It's only been a couple weeks since he last saw Asher but it feels like much longer than that. His hands feel too empty and the feeling has become unbearable overnight. He walks quickly across the square and steps up to the ticket booth set into one of the brick archways.
"Ky Earnest, son of Opal Earnest, victor of the 64th. Passage to District One, please," he says as he slides his papers across the counter of the ticket booth. The woman behind the delicate metal bars over the window barely looks up from the screen she works at before she pushes the papers back.
"Next train leaves tomorrow."
Ky pauses, his mind is sharp but for a moment, he thinks he heard wrong. "What? How do you mean? It's the morning."
It's not like he could have missed them.
"The trains all left days ago to pick up officials for the after party in Saturn City and they'll all be retuning tonight. There's no trains available until tomorrow, so go home, kid."
He pulls his papers back slowly and folds them back into his wallet. The woman in the booth continues working on her screen, ignoring him. Ky ducks his head a little and steps away, suddenly a little bit shy.
A bench sits along the tracks a little ways away and Ky wheels his suitcase over and sits down. He turns to look at the large metal gate sitting a little ways down the track, closed to protect the Capitol from unwanted guests. He's seen them open again and again, then shut behind him as the train pulled them back along the tracks to the districts.
He sets his coffee cup down on the platform and then lays down on the bench, hands folded over his chest, his eyes on the clear blue sky above his head.
Ky knows that he should just go back, that he could just go crawl back into bed and try to sleep, but that far away look is still in his eyes. There's nothing for him back there. The scared boy that came to the Capitol four years ago with so many questions is gone. Everything that Ky wants is back home and whether it's now or tomorrow morning, he won't leave this platform unless it's on a train.
He shuts his eyes and waits for one to take him home.
"I just don't trust Val with the greenhouse, alright? He's probably going to photograph the plants dying before he deigns to water them," he tells Opal, suitcase standing behind him in the hall. The first train out of the Capitol is set to leave in half an hour. "I'll call you from the landline when I get there."
It's Five in the morning and that explanation is enough. Ky pulls the door shut behind him and pulls his hood up out of habit. The city sleeps for only a few hours a day and five in the morning is the sweet spot. The party-goers have finally collapsed or retreated indoors and the working class are holding onto sleep for as long as they can before their grind begins again.
Ky grabs a coffee from a 24-hour bakery outside his mother's apartment and walks quickly down the street towards the train station. Crows run along the street in front of him, pecking at the discarded remains of someone's drunken snack. They scatter as he approaches and then regroup behind him, fighting over an old hot dog.
The wheels of his suitcase are loud in the emptiness of the morning but Ky barely hears them, he's too caught up in his thoughts again. Ky grins, that tired kind of euphoria one gets from lack of sleep flowing through him with the caffeine.
"Goodbye, love you."
He is the only person in the entire world this morning and Asher Clarke said he loved him.
Since yesterday afternoon, he's tried to overthink that sentence a hundred times but not even Ky can misconstrue that.
"Goddammit Ky, just come home."
"Good morning," he says to the pigeons hopping all over the fountain in Victory square. The brick archways to the train station are a mere thirty feet away and Ky will be on a train in minutes. He doubts that Asher knew he'd be coming back so soon, especially with the crowning of the new victor today, but he can't help himself.
He tried to sleep last night but when he shut his eyes, he heard the wind through the apple trees and there was summer on his skin again, touching down so gently.
"come home."
Alright.
It's only been a couple weeks since he last saw Asher but it feels like much longer than that. His hands feel too empty and the feeling has become unbearable overnight. He walks quickly across the square and steps up to the ticket booth set into one of the brick archways.
"Ky Earnest, son of Opal Earnest, victor of the 64th. Passage to District One, please," he says as he slides his papers across the counter of the ticket booth. The woman behind the delicate metal bars over the window barely looks up from the screen she works at before she pushes the papers back.
"Next train leaves tomorrow."
Ky pauses, his mind is sharp but for a moment, he thinks he heard wrong. "What? How do you mean? It's the morning."
It's not like he could have missed them.
"The trains all left days ago to pick up officials for the after party in Saturn City and they'll all be retuning tonight. There's no trains available until tomorrow, so go home, kid."
He pulls his papers back slowly and folds them back into his wallet. The woman in the booth continues working on her screen, ignoring him. Ky ducks his head a little and steps away, suddenly a little bit shy.
A bench sits along the tracks a little ways away and Ky wheels his suitcase over and sits down. He turns to look at the large metal gate sitting a little ways down the track, closed to protect the Capitol from unwanted guests. He's seen them open again and again, then shut behind him as the train pulled them back along the tracks to the districts.
He sets his coffee cup down on the platform and then lays down on the bench, hands folded over his chest, his eyes on the clear blue sky above his head.
Ky knows that he should just go back, that he could just go crawl back into bed and try to sleep, but that far away look is still in his eyes. There's nothing for him back there. The scared boy that came to the Capitol four years ago with so many questions is gone. Everything that Ky wants is back home and whether it's now or tomorrow morning, he won't leave this platform unless it's on a train.
He shuts his eyes and waits for one to take him home.
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