When I say I love you, Please believe it's true. When I say forever, know I'll never leave you. When I say goodbye, Promise you won't cry. 'Cause the day I'll be saying that Would be the day I die. Happy birthday Aleks <3 Love youuuuu.
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@ace-holcomb
When I say I love you, Please believe it's true. When I say forever, know I'll never leave you. When I say goodbye, Promise you won't cry. 'Cause the day I'll be saying that Would be the day I die. Happy birthday Aleks <3 Love youuuuu.
The Single Person I Can't Forget - @Ace
Aleks clung to every word that escaped Ace’s lips. They were gentle and presented in a manner that comforted him, but he still couldn’t push away the conflicting thoughts that lingered in his mind. President Snow’s actions were his fault - he had stupidly planned a rebellion, or at least a faint outline of one, and left the blueprints lying around in his own apartment. Aleks should have been smarter than that. He should have considered that anyone could bust into his apartment and discover his secret.
But, no one had a reason too. After living with Lila for a year, the radar was off him, shed onto the newest victor - Eileen of district twelve. What had made the alarm blare that Aleks Ethon was a threat once more?
He had behaved.
He accepted the purpose behind having him at the capitol and training tributes to pretty much die.
Nothing added up.
His gazed lifted and met Ace’s, scanning the light blue pupils that the other held. He smiled for a moment before his face fell and he relapsed back into his head once more. “I just can’t pinpoint how. Who gave away what I was planning? I mean the only person who knew was the mentor from three, but… I trusted her. Was that poor judgment on my part?”
Aleks’ hands fiddled with themselves, fingers circling until they clasped the hem of his night shirt loosely. However, he was captivated by the palm that cupped his cheek and the tendons that soon ran through his hair - the darkened tussles falling limply to the side. It was then that Aleks genuinely grinned and turned so that his lips could greet Ace’s skin, subtle, but enough to make his heart skip a beat again.
“Well, I hope my memories come back soon because I may recall everything perfectly up here, but it’s really fucking confusing when I wake up,” he chuckled lightly. “Maybe seeing you will help. It always does. So, tell me Ace, what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?”
Maybe Aleks would always be a threat to the Capitol. While he had spent his time with Lila and quieted down as he was expected to that didn’t mean heightened eyes were staring at the target he’d constructed across his shoulder blades. It didn’t seem to take too much to get on Snow’s bad side and once you were there you became a permanent resident. One slip up was all it would take. One random decision to step into the young victors apartment and upturn the place was enough to fuel his mind full of any evidence he wanted to convince himself was against the Capitol. Even if Aleks hadn’t been caught red handed with the blueprints and plans he would have been convicted of some other concocted Capitol blasphemy. He’d become a target and Snow was going to great lengths to condemn him as a traitor. Why Ace would never be sure, but the fact of the matter was simply that that was what had happened and that’s how the cards were dealt. There wasn’t much that could be done about it. Shrugging as Aleks questioned what had gone wrong Ace shook his head. “I don’t have many more answers than you do, but trust is something that’s fickle in these situations.” Hell, it had even took both Aleks and Ace a decent amount of time to fully trust one another, though their bond that they’d built was stronger than most. Ruffling the tips of his fingers through Aleks’ hair Ace stepped back and folded his arms over his chest, a subtle grin coming to his lips as Aleks’ brushed against his flesh. “Your memories will come back, Aleks,” Ace explained after a pause, nodding. “You just have to give it a little time. But don’t worry, they’ll come back.” Would Snow have wanted to permanently wipe Aleks’ memories? Maybe, but Ace was certain he hadn’t succeeded. It was likely only a temporary fix to a permanent problem. “Me?” Ace laughed, shaking his head. “You’d be surprised how dull it gets around here.”
The Single Person I Can't Forget - @Ace
There was a solace that was found upon seeing Ace. It was an experience that Aleks felt in the arena and even now, post his death. The worries in which he held didn’t appear to be as big as they were and whatever situation he got lost in, always held some sort of resolution. The two years lapse of time hadn’t changed the meaning Ace possessed to the nineteen year old youth. He was his hope as well as his joy - traits that he was lacking in the real world.
And he understood that all Ace wanted was for Aleks to move on - settle down with someone who could make him happy. But there were numerous complications with that particular desire. The first was Aleks was still too impulsive, something he came to grasp all too well. Secondly, the games still existed as did President Snow and any family that Aleks could perhaps dream of having would end up reaped, probably dead - targets for slaughter. And thirdly, the most significant, was that nobody could live up to Ace; there was only so much a victor could relay of their trauma to a person who hadn’t been in the arena themselves.
However, they did have these moments together - Aleks’ dream stretching the bends of reality so he could reunite with Ace. He treasured such a luxury as he did the one from the year prior and the occasional glimpses of his lover that he received through his lids when they were immersed with slumber. At first the images had been dampened by nightmares, but now had merged into a scene that was peaceful.
If they had met prior.
If there was no simulated prison that had been built for blood bath.
If…if they had a future.
“Why would you say that?”
Ace’s words broke the trance that Aleks had fallen into, staring into the others’ gaze. A sigh escaped into the air, one that exposed his collarbone through the thin lining of his shirt.
“Well, I kind of don’t have any of my memories. I mean here, I do, but when I wake up, the story won’t be the same.” A hand came up to scratch at the nape of his neck, the faint strands of hair being grazed by Aleks’ nails.
“I just, I don’t want to have screwed things up permanently especially when it comes to remembering you.”
Maybe no one would be able to fill that void that was left within the pit of Aleks’ soul due to the loss of his lover. Maybe no one would ever properly fill the space in his heart as Ace had; maybe no one could live up to what he’d been. But Aleks needed to find someone who patched up the wounds enough, someone who made him happy, who added that little extra thing to his life that he would need to keep going. Aleks wouldn’t be able to survive properly if he spent all his hours wishing Ace were there by his side – it would be a lifetime wasted after he’d been saved from the threat of death. Ace didn’t want to see his extra gift of time wasted there before him. The ultimate sacrifice of both his own and Allie’s own lives was what had been given in order for Aleks to keep his. It wasn’t much to say that tributes in the Hunger Games perished so that one could survive, but the final moments of the 70th Hunger Games aligned just properly so that the ending brought forth a victor who had been seen to deserve it from his peers. Allie, Cora, Ace…all three of them may not have gotten along with one another perfectly but they’d all formed around a common goal – to protect Aleks. Moving on from the past was the only way Aleks would be able to survive in the mess of a living condition they called Panem. Reality could be bent and twisted one way or another in order to engage one’s mind with fond memories but the boy needed to realize that that was no way to live – within the falsified boundaries of one’s brainwaves. The circumstances that described the boy’s relationship was much to morbid for Aleks to continually crave Ace’s attention. It was all over. Then again, removing very last one of the man’s memories wasn’t any good either. As much as Ace did want Aleks to move on from the troubled world of memorizing the past, he also didn’t want the young man to be living a life without the smallest of memories. He wanted him to remember the moments they’d shared together – their conversation over lunch in the Capitol building, the brief meetings between encounters throughout the arena. Their survival together was something worth remembering – fondly. Not forgotten. Never forgotten. Just moved on from. “Yeah, I know,” Ace murmured with a subtle lift and drop of his shoulders, observing the deep blue eyes that reflected back at him. “But that’s not your fault.” And it wasn’t. Perhaps Snow viewed Aleks as a trouble maker, as a possible thorn in his plans to keep Panem ruled under an iron fist. But since when was Snow to be trusted? Since when was Snow the good guy? “None of that’s your fault, though, Aleks. You didn’t do anything wrong…” His fingers rose, caressing the boy’s cheek gently before ruffing the tips of his fingers through his darkened strands of hair. “You don’t deserve this. It’s just something that happened.” Something that…hopefully could be mended, over time. “It won’t be forever that you don’t have them…Probably just long enough to ensure you don’t get in the way of Snow’s master plans…” Ace scoffed, rocking back on his heels and folding his arms over his chest with a grimace.
The Single Person I Can't Forget - @Ace
Aleks didn’t say anything for a few moments. In fact, he was unable to. His gaze was far too focused on the other boy now in his presence, that beautiful blonde hair that lay spiked atop his head, eyes that could rival his own, and a body that was still built even in this alternate dream world, or whatever Aleks wanted to call it. He could feel his heart pick up the pace, caressing the bones that formulated his chest as it beat rapidly. There was no denying a very solid fact - Aleks hadn’t forgotten Ace.
“Apparently not,” he finally replied, a light chuckle escaping his lips. It was soft, genuine - Aleks’ real self shining through for Ace to witness. “I told you I’d keep up my promise, right?”
And so far, he had been doing just that. Ace crossed Aleks’ mind constantly, whether it was the moments they spent in peace while stuck in the arena or even their first conversation back in the capitol. There was always something that reminded the nineteen year old of his lover. Two years may have passed, but as Aleks had grown to realize, time couldn’t make his emotions fade away.
But there was a sadness that struck Aleks as he contemplated where he was and the self he was leaving behind in actual reality. The person sleeping on Lila’s couch was just an empty shell. He had done something that caused the removal of his purpose along with the request that he desired to never fail. He had pushed his hatred for the capitol too far.
“Long time no see, ocean eyes.”
Aleks broke free from his thoughts and his lips twitched into a very faint smile. “Way too long in my opinion,” he whispered, closing the gap between them, the soles of their shoes touching. Once again, Aleks couldn’t stop admiring Ace, his pupils storing every detail into his brain, desperate to hold onto them - in case the worse case scenario reigned true and he never would again.
“Ace, did I….fuck up?” he suddenly asked, the words blurting out before Aleks had time to comprehend them.
It had been a long length of time since Aleks had recalled Ace’s memory so strongly. While the blonde haired boy peeked in and out of the victor’s thoughts here and there but never as fully desired as he was now – not since his initial arrival into the Capitol after the 70th games had completed. “Right, and you’ve held up your end of that promise,” Ace responded with a gentle smile caressing his features, bright eyes studying the face of the boy that stood before him. While things had definitely changed over the past two years the two boys were still the same as ever before – the quick beat of a hammering love struck heart was signal enough for that very idea. Though of course, Ace didn’t want Aleks spending the rest of his life desiring his attention. Ace wanted Aleks to be happy, to fall in love again, to leave the sickness of the Hunger Games behind him and lead that worriless life he’d always craved. Without the pressured supplied by district two to be a warrior in front of all. Without the pressures of the Capitol to follow all of the rules as they were supposed to be followed, follow precisely or face the consequences. It was exactly that that had gotten Aleks into this position in the first place, wasn’t it? Aleks had been fighting the Capitol rule, he’d been attempting to free himself from the binds placed by President Snow…and yet now look where he stood. It seemed perhaps Ace’s desires for Aleks to have a normal and proper life with a loving family wasn’t as realistic as it could be. Not with the way things were anyway. Did I…fuck up? Ace’s expression changed the slightest bit at Aleks’ question, his eyes narrowing into a worried appearance, eyebrows knitting together. “Why would you say that?” He asked after a pause, unsure even what Aleks was asking about. Had he fucked up? What had he done wrong? The only thing Aleks could be blamed for was his attempts at rebellion against the Capitol and frankly – anyone in their right mind would have encouraged him to do just that with the way their government was being run. It was just an unfortunate set of predicaments that led Aleks to this confusing state. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Aleks.”
The Single Person I Can't Forget - @Ace
Sleep came easy to Aleks. How could it not when his head was empty? There were no recollections of his past that he stayed awake contemplating. His nightmares disappeared entirely since Aleks remembered none of the horrifying after effects that the Hunger Games bestowed upon his soul. The plan of organizing a rebellion was gone as well; Aleks didn’t desire to overthrow a government he was unaware of possessed only evil corruption.
However, Aleks had four things he was certain of.
His name was Aleks Ethon.
Lila was his sister.
He was still in love with a boy named Ace who had died.
No one could explain what happened to him aside from the man that Lila knocked out.
Great. Wasn’t that a brilliant start to uncovering his identity and fixing this entire mess?
Growing frustrated with the lack of answers, Aleks curled up on Lila’s couch, a blanket tossed over his body for warmth. He pressed the round of his head into the pillow and after a few moments, darkness surrounded him. Maybe he’d wake up and everything would be okay. There was no harm in hoping, right?
Soon, the black picture melted into a field - the scenery scattered with green blades of grass, windmills churning with the gentle sway of the breeze. There was an aroma of honey that stuck in the air like glue and with a flashing blink, Aleks was in the center of district five.
He rubbed at his eyes with closed fists, unsure of his bearings for a moment. This clearly wasn’t any ordinary dream - more vivid and above all else, Aleks could control his actions and thoughts.
“What…?” Aleks inquired as his gaze shifted left and right, trying to decipher just where he had been transported to. Then it hit, like a a punch to the chest. Five. This was where Ace resided.
The mentor from district two strode forward a couple of steps, his feet shuffling along the soil. He didn’t see anything for a few minutes, Aleks almost believing that his initial assumption had been wrong. But blonde locks of hair caught his attention and Aleks couldn’t hold back the grin that enveloped his mouth. “Ace!” He called out.
Aleks Ethon, district two mentor, victor of the 70th Hunger Games, nineteen years old. Despises the logo of a district two tribute that was plastered on his back – even though he proved all wrong by his actions in his games. Hates the Capitol for what had been done to him through his Hunger Games experiences, desires to clean up the corruption. Above all, desires to hold near and dear to his heart the memory of those who had fallen before him in the 70th Hunger Games, strictly speaking Cora Barre, Allie Larke, and Ace Holcomb. He’d made a promise not to forget, in Ace’s dying moments he’d sworn to hold the boy in his memory forever – to never let him be forgotten. It seemed now that even under the influence of Capitol drugs that erased every last memory from the dark haired boy’s brain he still held some semblance of recollection for Ace’s memory. Standing in the middle of the open field, dotted with windmills and kissed with an afternoon sunshine, the district five male stood tall, observing the other male’s confusion as he stared around his surroundings. District five wouldn’t be all that familiar to him in the state he was currently in… Or at least Ace would’ve been led to believe so. However his mind had conjured up the simple truth, the same scene it had created for the pair of them upon his initial trouble break from the games; that very same grassy scene, with a gently setting sun hanging in the background. The corner of his mouth turned just the slightest bit upwards as Aleks’ eyes fell upon him, widening more as the man recognized his face and called out his name. Dragging a hand through his light hair Ace strode forward as to close the gap between two boys, leaving only a few feet between them. Then he paused, his eyes tracing over Aleks’ stature once and his arms loosely folding across his chest. “I suppose I never had anything to be worried about with you, did I?” Aleks had made a promise and it seemed by the looks of it that even after what had happened with President Snow his memory of Ace still served him well, just perhaps trapped within the folds of his brain somewhere, misplaced for the time being. "Long time no see, ocean eyes."
Differentiated Souls Of One Being / Ace and Cora
There was one person whom Cora thought about every moment. The one other person that Aleks cared about as much as he cared about her. Ace Holcomb. Sitting day in and day out, she wanted to be furious at that men, she wanted the pride in killing him herself, she never wanted him in their alliance in the first place. She wanted him gone forever. Yet, here she was, dead and in the middle of heaven and earth with one person she knew was dead and knew she had to fix things between. Ace. Closing her eyes, she hoped that calling for him would work. She hoped that she could make amends to the one person whom she knew she left anything but a good memory on.
Soon, the figure that she had so long wanted to appear was appearing in front of her. His body cleaned from wounds, he looked as if he had just left his stylists hands. In an all white outfit, and his hair as blonde as ever. She took a deep breath, not knowing how this moment would go, not even picturing it in her mind.
“Hello.” She spoke softly towards the blonde haired boy that stood only a few feet in front of her. Her heart raced, her mind running through how badly this moment could go. And if Aleks showed up, this would never work. She had to do it now, when she was alone, when she could still fix things before everything was broken for good. “How are you?” She asked a bit shy, scared to know if he had any memory of what had happened in their past. If he even remembered Cora. After all, she did not know what happened if one was killed. Did they lose every memory, or did they end up just like her? What ever it was, she had to apologize to him, for Aleks, and for her closure.
The afterlife was different than Ace would’ve ever imagined it to be. It was clean of all hostility, void of all pain and suffering. How could one not be at least in a good mood in such a brilliant place? He’d been summoned by the thoughts and yearnings of Aleks once already – taking part in the images that Aleks’ mind portrayed of the two of them, experiencing the rush of adrenaline and sheer pleasure as the other boy’s mind had transformed their get together into the longings of his subconscious desires. Yet he could feel a presence calling to him again – one he didn’t recognize quite so well. There were subtle familiarities in Cora’s conscious that led Ace to the recognition of who she was, but when it was all said and done, she seemed to be a completely different person. As he stood before her he noted the calm look on her face, the softness that touched her voice which never had been within it during the time they had been in each other’s presence while living. Shyness overlaid her voice as she questioned how he was, timid as she observed him. She seemed to be trying to assess things that wouldn’t be possible – to determine what sort of mind set a man who had died by the hand of another would fare in respect to that of a suicide ghost. All things considered though, Ace hadn’t really fallen from an average murder scene. He’d died in the arms of his lover, the one person who he knew truly respected him for who he was and cared for him as deeply as no one ever had before. That one person, Aleks Ethon, also linked Cora and himself together. He’d likely be a topic of discussion if Cora was calling Ace into her presence. But yes, he remembered the girl well. He remembered she’d tried to slit his throat and leave him bleeding on the ground only days in the arena. He only survived as he had because of Aleks’ help. She’d warmed up to him by the end – or at the very least, bit the bullet for Aleks and dealt with him. “Hello, Cora.” Ace responded to her greeting, his hands tucking into the pockets of his slacks as he remained rooted to his current position. “I suppose I am as well as I can be. But I am curious as to why someone like you – who obviously hated me from square one – would summon me here like this. What do you want?”
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