—• 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎

i’m not the hero, but i’m not the villain either. so let’s say, in the story, i was human and made of human—things: fear and hands, underbelly and blade.

you’re ridiculous

this dream feels a little… hot 🌋

i didn’t.

« 𝐍𝐎! 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒- 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓, 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓. 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇. »

ㅤ ⠀⠀ “𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐢𝐦. 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐝𝐨?”

fingertips traced the bruising along the high of his cheek, when the cut reopened beneath his touch it was fastened with a strip of medical tape. sitting back on his heels, he examined his handiwork. “ some of us actually need to focus from time to time. not all of us were

“don’t think i could handle myself in the games?” this time stone was aimed to graze janus’s head, just a show of skill to back his claim “nah, i would t volunteer anyways. i’ve got a good thing going with my peacekeeping training”

my best friend is drowning and i can't save them. i have always saved them before， what happened this time?

lips part in surprise, then soften in recognition. content smile takes shape against his mouth “ mmm— tastes like pennies. ” a subtle shove to push him away so he can resume his task. always so distracting janus was, demanding his attention effortlessly when he trained with

the kentwell residency, as it so often was— remained vacant. it was just as most of the houses in two appeared, symmetrically laid stone walls. not much inside save for a couple of beds and a kitchen. “ dads away on peacekeeping assignment, district one i think ”