Face full of stars// Felaz

felice-flynn:

She had made the conscious decision to keep running until she heard the confirmation of cannon fire. Legs bent into a run as she shot off through the sand; dripping weapons leaving a line of blood red sequins in her path. The speed seemed necessary. It wasn’t as if someone was about to burst through the bushes and condemn her for what she did but still the running seemed…right. 

It didn’t even last long, the running that was, as a sure fire sound trembled through the decked wash of night within the minute. One steady boom bringing the girl to a  breathless halt. 

The confirmation was enough to force a small smile across the girls mouth; corners picking up with the faint motive of pride. She had done it. Achieved her first kill with a simple flick. Two knives slicing through the delicate skin of another girls neck without a second thought. Honestly she hadn’t expected it to be that easy, a dash more guilt or just a little more remorse, but no. She didn’t really feel anything and as cliche as it was she would happily describe herself as being numb; oblivious to the blood on her hands and shirt, oblivious to the fact that a family were no doubt in floods of tears over their murdered childs state, oblivious to what she’d just done and how immoral it really was. 

Felice smiled and took off again at less of a run this time, speed cancelling to a more paced walk. It was getting lighter; sky spinning in strands from black to violet, edges blurring to a muted navy as early morning slowly diluted the night. It had been eventful all in all hours sweeping from beneath her as smoothly as a silk ribbon. She hadn’t even realised how long she’d been gone and she had no idea whether Raz would be awake or not. The cannon would of been loud enough to wake anybody, but Raz was’t exactly text book, so she had no idea whether she would be walking into him asleep or awake. 

Upon entering their chosen rest place she sighed, dropping her bloody weapons to the ground, letting her back slide down one of the walls. Lower half dropping to the ground with a protestant humph. Having chosen to spend her night walking instead of sleeping Felice felt her eyes droop; heavy lids asking for sleep. Sleep that wouldn’t come, not now. Raz was awake and within seconds of her eyes shutting he had started to speak, lids snapping open as she was greeted with one of his leer like stares and eager grins to match. 

Raz had dozed off without much awareness that he had; his lids growing heavy with the desire for sleep; darkness as black as the sky surrounding him in an intimate embrace. His slumber was empty; just a solid blank sheet until a sound shook him awake. It was the roaring of a cannon; an eerie silence following after as it usually did. The older male shifted to make some kind of comment to Felice when he realized that she in fact was gone. Raz’s body froze momentarily, a mixture of curiosity and also concern bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Was it…? No, it couldn’t be. She was better and more heavily equipped than most tributes.

But that didn’t stop the odd experience that was sinking into Raz’s frame, the man pushing himself up and walking to the door of their shelter with widened eyes. He saw nothing other than the rubble and dirt filled landscape that had been his home for the past four days. Felice was no where in sight, not her long bladed weapons or her fickle frame that could be used as a method of defense entirely.

“Shit,” Raz mumbled under his breath. She couldn’t really have been claimed by another in the arena. It wasn’t possible. Hell, that was bullshit entirely. Raz laughed at the thought, slipping back into the house and waiting, twirling his hammer in between his finger tips as seconds passed by, though by himself, they seemed like hours.

Suddenly, a creaking was heard and Felice emerged; her Sais covered in a thin sequin of crimson, droplets treading the wooden floor. Raz’s brow immediately quirked up before his infamous grin appeared through the crevices of his mouth. So his initial assumptions had been correct, not like that was anything to really doubt at this point in time.

“Well, hello there sweetheart,” he hummed; his voice much more saucy than usual as his blue pupils hovered over Felice like magnets. “Went out for a nightly stroll, I see and apparently someone didn’t make it out alive.” Raz repositioned himself to face her; knees coming up to his chest while his chin rested atop of his knees. “I hope you plan on giving me details. Maybe a reenactment even? It really is fucking boring in this place.”