Falling Apart [pthalorarity]
Sept 22, 2011 15:01:23 GMT -5
Post by pthalorarity on Sept 22, 2011 15:01:23 GMT -5
They were getting close to Victor’s Village and Julian smiled to himself, certain they would be beating his cousin and her partners back to the field. He felt Midas’s hand grab his own to stop him. He turned around and gave him a vicious look, wondering why he would stop him when they were so close. His expression softened however when he saw the sad look in Midas’s eyes.
Julian usually would have scoffed at a moment like this, but he knew what was running through Midas’s mind. He tried time and time again to talk him out of going into the arena, to let someone else volunteer, but every time Midas only further validated his own reasons to compete.
“I suppose a minute won’t hurt,” Julian shrugged and leaned in closer to Midas, their hands still locked together. They stood together in silence, watching as the sun continued to rise higher over District 2. Though most of the district was pretty well off, it was a cutthroat place to live under the “survival of the fittest” standpoint, but it was the only home they’d ever known.
When a couple minutes had passed Julian spoke again, “we should probably head back you know?” Midas nodded and started to run but Julian stopped him this time. His emotions were starting to run high about Reaping day now too. “No, you know, we can just walk and enjoy it.”
Julian was too confident in his own skills to be worried about if he went into the arena. He knew he would return and didn’t question it. He didn’t just have a drive to win; he had a NEED to always be victorious. That trait would be one of his biggest assets in the Games. That didn’t stop him from fearing for Midas’s life though. He was confident in the massive boy’s skills, but Julian knew how easy it could be for himself to slip into Midas’s blind spot and was paranoid anyone trying to kill him would do the same. However, Julian had known and sparred with Midas for years, so other tributes wouldn’t have that same knowledge of how he moved. Maybe Midas could win… no… he had to win. Julian wouldn’t accept anything else.
Uuugh! Julian thought as he shook his head to clear his mind of these thoughts. He was becoming too anxious and would rather just not think at all. He was itching to get back to train to let out this steam. Maybe suggesting the walk wasn't such a good idea after all.