at least ky wasn't reaped . arx/nyte train!blitz
Oct 15, 2020 4:48:36 GMT -5
Post by brad bradford ★ d5 [arx] on Oct 15, 2020 4:48:36 GMT -5
vallora seth.
Robotic, mechanical. The gears fall into each other so easily I wonder if I'd been ready for this my entire life. No rust, no cracks—just a well-oiled machine waving and smiling and stuck- stuck- stuck- stuck- stuck-
“I’ve seen you train, Vallora-"
My name is all I hear. I'm sitting with an empty gaze, legs crossed, and hands folded neatly in my lap. It's a foreign action, but it seems even when my mind is gone my body can still follow the motions engrained all those years ago. 'Victors do not slouch. Victors sit like queens.' I rub instinctively at my knuckles; I smile, sigh, blink at my open palms.
No uncle around to break them. Not anymore. Not ever. Probably.
Fuck.
"Oh, I'm nothing special," I say with a smile and a shrug, my words a reflexive regurgitation I'd been made to practice a thousand times over. "My sister though-" I nearly gesture as if she were in the room with us. "Now that's someone worthy of a crown."
I'm tired already. This shit has barely started and I'm just so exhausted. It takes all my self-restraint not to lunge for the whiskey bottle she offers.
Instead my gaze sort of just lingers on her instead. Or maybe through her? Beyond her, beyond reality. My memories bend and warp and suddenly I'm nine years old again and my mom is offering up a warm, gentle smile across from me.
Seems my life has already begun flashing before my eyes.
"Think I'll need an entire train car to myself for that."
I slide down in my seat, rest my head in my hand, curl a knee to my chest. The smile on my face may not be as bright as before, but at least it belonged to me and not a robot girl.
"and you feared a lonely death, like a lake leaves you alone in her depths."