Drinks in the Dark [VT/2/Open]
Jan 12, 2012 16:08:29 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Jan 12, 2012 16:08:29 GMT -5
Julian wiped his eyes once more, just to be fully sure they were dry. This had been the only time he had cried in front of anyone other than Midas. Then again, it was in relation to the lost boy, so he decided he would only count it as crying in front of him once more. The hole inside of Julian where Midas once resided was far too painful to leave open. Closed for a time now, today’s events had ripped it wide open once more. Talking with Mace however not only restored an assemblage of peace of mind to Julian, but it rekindled the cold fury inside of him. He was still a career after all, and all of Panem would see that soon enough.
His expression returned to its usual disdainful look, making him appear above everything around him. As the door to his emotions closed, it was hard for Julian to decide whether he felt sorry for Mace’s shared fate or not. If Midas had won, there would be none of this weepy victor business… or would there have been? Was this a fate that all victors shared? Did his parents suffer in silence as Mace did? Had they outgrown it with time? Well, it didn’t matter anymore. All that was of importance now was getting into the Games. He would exact his revenge on the Districts who brought down Midas, and he planned to leave a path of terror and death throughout the arena for any who crossed his path. By the time he was through, no one would forget the love of Midas Farrow and Julian Bryze, and how it was ripped from his grasp.
Julian’s icy, emotionless eyes of blue looked into Mace’s for a final time as he spoke.
“Don’t pity me," He said as a small, sinister grin curled across his face, “My fate may be sealed, but that just means I now have nothing left to lose. Thank you for helping me remember that.”
He slowly backed away his chair away from the table as he stood. He may not be exceedingly tall or muscled, but his toned body and confident posture exuded raw power. He leaned in closely to Mace’s ear and his eyes sparkled with life as he whispered, “Let the 60th annual Hunger Games begin…”
With that, Julian Bryze exited the room with a cocky smirk and a sinister glint in his eyes. Midas was gone now, as was Julian’s heart. He had nothing left to lose, which made him a dangerous contender for the Games indeed.