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@maliaflood
Absolutely nothing. That’s the worst part, not knowing what you did to deserve everyone you care about dying. In a way I feel as if you just get randomly chosen. Maybe it’s because whoever makes those decisions knows we’re strong enough to handle it. At least that’s what I like to think.
I'm not strong enough...
[ Celeste gently fidgeted with her hands, looking down at her feet for a moment then back up at her face. ] If you need to, you can…
Malia only shrugs, no words falling past her lips as she tilts her head back to look up at the glowing stars, having opted out of dinner in favor of sitting on the roof.
Shit, you don’t look okay. Is there anything you need?
A razor blade wouldn't hurt.
I hear you on that. Seems to surround some of us, doesn’t it?
----What did we do to deserve it?
I wasn’t trying to talk to you? Just passing by.
But uh, are you okay?
----Everyone dies.
I... Can't really talk right now.
Another minute and Malia realizes that she just can’t. She can’t do this. It wasn’t fair to James, it wasn’t right for her, it wasn’t honest to Nate. And so, she pulls back, pulling her arms back to herself and looking at the ground as she tries to step out of his grasp. “I…...
"Can't." Despite his words, she still repeats her own, her fingers curling around her arms as she sighs. "It's not you, James. It's... Me. It's him. It's all of us. All of this..." She looks up then through a strand of hair covering her face. "I'm sorry. I have."
The girl had almost forgotten what it was like to kiss anyone but Nate, especially within the last week. But now she realized that it didn’t feel right. That no matter how much she tried to make herself believe it, the pressure of James lips weren’t the same as his. And yet,...
Another minute and Malia realizes that she just can't. She can't do this. It wasn't fair to James, it wasn't right for her, it wasn't honest to Nate. And so, she pulls back, pulling her arms back to herself and looking at the ground as she tries to step out of his grasp. "I... Can't. You know why."
Malia’s head is screaming no, her heart even more so, but she ignores it all in favor of placing her hands on James’ cheek, pulling him closer to her. She should know better, she really should. But she just needed to forget.
James had been sure that he was never going to get to kiss Malia again, and this had come around all too sudden, but he wouldn’t let her go so easily. She seemed to need him in that moment just as much as he needed her, and he could feel that in her kiss. His hands gripped at her hips, tugging her closer as he felt her hand settle on his cheek, and he sunk further into their kiss.
The girl had almost forgotten what it was like to kiss anyone but Nate, especially within the last week. But now she realized that it didn't feel right. That no matter how much she tried to make herself believe it, the pressure of James lips weren't the same as his. And yet, she moves her arms back up around his neck, shifting onto her toes to kids him harder than before.
James had missed her touch so much - her touch was the one that was able to calm him down in a flash, the one that could easily remind him that she was the only thing that real in that moment. Malia’s was the only touch that he needed, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her towards him, not wanting to let her go.
Malia's head is screaming no, her heart even more so, but she ignores it all in favor of placing her hands on James' cheek, pulling him closer to her. She should know better, she really should. But she just needed to forget.
"You still haven’t let go, Malia…"
"You should take your arms down from around my neck then."
"I---- Stop..."
Yeah that certainly sounds — great.
I’m still going with no.
Fine. You don't have to come with me to Erudite. Just... Cover for me? There's some things I have to do.
[ Her empty amber eyes were bordered by dark circles in pale, almost grey, skin; full lips cracked and scabbed. Her dull skin hugged tightly to her emaciated frame, thanks to the lack of nutrition the Erudite scientists provided her. Her hair hung limply, eyes mildly sunken, and she stumbled down the hallway, catching herself with her hand on the wall.
Her parents found out she was alive, and they heard about the loss of one of her abilities. While she’d been sleeping, they’d sent for someone to come and steal her away to Erudite where they willingly handed her off to a group of scientists who were more than happy to test on her just as they had been when she was little. Her parents didn’t care that the scientists were horrid to her, they just wanted her fixed. Eventually, though, the teen was able to slip out of the cell they’d held her in and make her way back to Dauntless with every ounce of strength she had left.
Once she’d finally made her way back into the compound and was close enough to what she’d determined as ‘safety’, Celeste’s legs practically gave out and she hit the ground. ]
"It's the motherfucking zombie apocalypse." The words are a mumbled whisper and the minute Malia sees Celeste fall, she rushes forward, a long sigh slipping past her lips. She's crouching on the ground beside the girl before she knows what she's doing, reaching out to keep a leg behind her head, craddling it off the ground. She sits there until the girls eyes start to flutter open and then the redhead stands, dusting the dirt off her black jeans.
"Right. Get the fuck up. I'm not strong enough to carry you and you seriously don't want me to drag you across this compound to the infirmary."
"I haven’t seen you around lately."
"There's a reason for that."
"Oh, would you just fucking shut up?"
"You can't---- do that."
