Sigh No More || Chord&Ronan
Ronan had seen glances of Chord after they had talked briefly long ago, but otherwise than that, he hadn’t been able to speak much to him. Between training and preparing the weapons and equipment, Ronan would sleep half the day away, exhausted from working himself out. He hadn’t seen Fiona in a while, and for sure, he knew that she was on a disappearing act again. With a soft sigh, Ronan wondered what he could do for Chord. The other was one of the youngest in the arena to hold his own, and not die in the process. What he went through? Ronan could barely imagine it. With this in mind, Ronan folded up a blanket as the dark night wore down, making Ronan light a candle as he gathered the little food and water he had into a small basket. After making sure he had anything, Ronan left his house, dark and abandoned - lonely, and ventured out into the night. It had always eerily reminded him of the arena he had seen on television, but he was sure that he didn’t feel the same anxiety as the victors.
It’s dark out, giving Ronan a bit of fear, but he ignores it and continues to walk to Chord’s house. He really didn’t want the other to go back and live alone, but Chord was the stubborn, strong type, despite his age. He was more mature than some people Ronan knew, and that impressed him deeply. However, being like that meant trying to give off a facade that they were okay, when they weren’t. Or, Chord was just hiding from the world. Ronan wouldn’t let him do that anymore - he’d be there for him and help him through this, no matter how long it would take. Gradually, he finds Chord’s house and walks up the stairs carefully, stretching his arms over his head before taking a deep breath and knocking lightly and softly, not wanting to scare Chord. “Chord?” Ronan says quietly, if the other could hear him. “It’s Ronan. I brought some stuff for us to eat and drink…If you’re hungry. Maybe we could take a walk?” He asks, tilting his head, hoping he was okay.
Chord had turned into a recluse after arriving back in District 13. He hadn't emerged from his home in over three days, refusing to even open the front door for any visitors. Everyone in the district was keeping themselves busy with training or rebuilding whatever they had before the quell. Chord had nothing of relative worth. Key had disappeared without a trace, leaving him alone and without anyone to lean on. There was Delly and he had spoken to her heavily upon his return. Ronan, like always was in the back of his mind. He often thought of the sun kissed male and longed for his company when he went too long without him. Chord sat in the living room of his empty house and made out the dull colored shapes that made up the furniture of the room. A lamp in the corner was his only source of light, next to that sat an opened novel and a glass of cold tea. Chord stood and walked past a mirror, noting his ghastly appearance. It was obvious he hadn't been sleeping by the light discoloring beneath his eyes, and the lack of color to his skin. He had no urge to sleep, sleeping meant that awful nightmares could plague him all night. At least if he forced himself awake he could sit and escape into a good book. Unfortunately that wasn't enough and it was finally taking a toll on both his mental and physical state.
Ronan. He thought to himself as he slid back onto his couch and shut his eyes, a peaceful breath fluttering out from his lips. Ronan would make everything better, he always did. The older male saw the good in Chord, even if the boy was cynical toward his own strengths. He supposed that's what made them so compatible their willingness to see the best out of each other. Just as Chord had started relaxing a knock at the door set him on edge. He moved to glance outside the window, unable to make out whoever was bothering him this late at night. Naturally he perceived the figure as a threat and inched away from the door. Thankfully it was just Ronan and he was able to calm down immensely. He opened the door far enough to see him, and when he was sure it was Ronan he tugged him inside. "I don't think I'm ready for a walk yet." He grumbled as he looked at the small basket prepared for him. "You didn't have to do that for me, Ronan.." He said, his eyes meeting his. "But thank you, it means alot. Really." Chord folded his arms around Ronan once again, as if he was testing the fabric of reality. For all he knew this could've been another cruel joke put on by the capitol. But this was Ronan, he smelt and felt like him. He was sure of it.
