#clarkhurst

[nathurst]

Reign of Love || Natalark

It was so unfamiliar, so strange and foreign to her, yet, so, so familiar. The soft crunch of leaves beneath her feet as she stumbled along the dirt path, her small hands clutched and intertwined with the man beside hers'. Her eyes were covered by the scarf she'd kept wrapped around her neck on the train ride over, at the insistence of her fiance who'd now become her eyes as they continued through the pathways of District Seven.

The war was over. Finally, they lived in a world Nat had never known. A world of peace. Really, she hadn't been the only one. All of the people of this country hadn't known a peacetime like this, one without oppression or the Hunger Games haunting around ever corner, year after year, ready to destroy families and communities with the uttering of just a simple name.

Natalie hadn't even known that much; she was released into this world of war and destruction, born in it and of it, meant to be a weapon utilized for it. But here the blonde was, stumbling through the streets with the occasional giggle, holding Clark's hand as tightly as she could, wondering what on earth he was off to show her.

"Clarky, w'almost there yet?" She asked, pointlessly looking around, attempting to squint through the makeshift blindfold. "Bit chilly," She added, stepping a bit closer to him, trying not to fall over his shoes. "What're y'off bein'll secret 'bout?"

[brutusalinari]

GIMME BRULARK LUST BBY PLZ I AM BEGGING YOU uknowuwantit

    The lives were lost.

    How the bomb went off, they still weren't sure, but Brutus and Clark both knew it was Natalie. Deep down. Now she was gone. Annie was gone. Elle was gone. Along with every innocent rebellion captive, every wife, child, every person within miles...gone. For the past few days, the friends had been doing nothing more than getting drunk off their asses with the last of Brutus' stash. So the war was won, yes. But what'd they have now? What were they to do? 

    Drink.

    So they did. The days blended into each other, flowing from conversation to conversation with the occasional fight or complete sobfest. But it always ebbed this way, the two bodies somewhere between sleep and unconsciousness sprawled in the living room in some way. Sometimes, on particularly bad nights like tonight, though, things would advance. It started always with three words.

    "I miss Annie." Brutus would say, falling over his words slightly as he rested his head back into the couch, shutting his eyes. Without another word, he'd feel a pair of warm lips pressed against his own. After so long, he'd grown used to the brunette kissing him spontaneously, but these were different. Desperate on both sides. And with the alcohol fogging his mind, he went along with it. Clark was as lost as he was, and with neither being completely aware or having great judgment under the influence...things like this happened. 

    The lanky man from Seven crawled atop the black haired man, neither breaking the sloppy kiss they shared as hands unsteadily wandered around each others' bodies, groping and feeling and wishing for touches that they'll never get back, replacing them with this poor, drunken excuse for foreplay. Buttons on shirts are ripped open, and offending articles are removed, from pants to undergarments, the case of the need overshadowed by the desire for some sort of sexual satisfaction that the alcohol drove them towards. The next morning, they'd remember bits and pieces of the night before, but the only lasting thing that would stick in the two men's minds was that, despite being together, how alone they truly were.

[nathurst]

Moondance || Natalark

"Why the forest this late, Clarky?" Natalie whines quietly as the taller man pulls her through the trees. With only so much time left, she was more than happy to just spend it with him in any way possible, but the brunette seemed insistent on it. "C'mon, I won't back out, I'm just curious."

[nathurst]

Step One || Natalark

If there was one thing Natalie'd sworn to herself after being taken out of the Capitol, it was that she wouldn't let people mess with her body any more than they already had. Doctors, surgeons, whatever. She wasn't going to deal with them any more. But with the heavy coughing that usually lead to blood getting more and more difficult to contain, the blonde girl knew there was no avoiding it much longer. She'd thought it a side effect of the Capitol's methods, but with her body on the line now, she no longer wished to take a risk. Not just as things seemed to be improving.

Natalie had made her way with Clark in tow down into the underground areas of the new District Thirteen. The place reeked of some odd combination of dirt, ash and bleach, but the blonde had suffered worse. The elevator doors opened, and she took the brunette man by the hand, glancing around for a doctor to help her out. After being sat down in a room, Natalie gave the brunette across from her a smile. Thanks, she mouths out for him as a man in mostly white comes in, needle in his hand.

"You said there's blood?" He asks, eyes focused down on the clipboard in his hands. Natalie just nods in response, her hands nervously clinging to the chair below her. "The logical thing to do here, then, would be to take a sample and do some tests. Is that alright?"

Tests.

Her heart stops in her throat as she makes eye contact with Clark. She couldn't do it. No. Not again. The eye contact is only broken for a moment by a violent cough overcoming her system, spatters of red appearing on the inside of her elbow. She had to. "Y-yeah. That's alright."