R U T H L E S S

with a vendetta and a scarred heart, he trudges on the muddy and windy road, with little left to lose. what to do with a man who has fallen so far from what he once was?

[deleterixus-deactivated20150623]

too many war wounds and not enough wars. too many rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores.

[sandsofjakku]

Livia hummed softly as his lips found purchase upon her forehead. Her breathing was still ragged and her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, but she found sudden peace with him in the room. He had a calming presence if to no one but her and she smiled lightly as he fell before the dimming fireplace.

❝That seems to happen a lot these days     ❞

To the both of them. Livia slowly approached, before kneeling behind him - lips peppering the back of his head gently. It was hard these days, with her nightmares picking back up as the reaping rapidly approached, and his long lost yearn for the title of victory hanging over his head. But somehow they always made do - they always made it work. They had to in the end, if not for their family at the very least.

❝Did you want to talk about it my love?❞

[xcareerisms]

❝Yeah ,❞ His voice got softer, ending the statement with a sigh. Despite how hard he tired this was not something that he could control – he was powerless, helpless, no more useful than anyone else. And it killed him a bit inside, especially since was the one who was supposed to be strong, the one how should have his shit together because by all accounts the games hadn’t left a personal mark on him. But he felt it all the same.  

                                         Marcus’ worn fingers seem to start the fire by themselves,                                           after years and year of practice the muscle memory took over.                                          He instantly relaxes into her touch, the only thing that seemed                                          to quell his thoughts and instead let him bask in warmth of her                                          lips and the light crackling of the fire.  

         Silence stretched between the two as Marcus shakes his head instinctively,     ❝ No,❞ he proclaims, slowly rising as he heads to the kitchen, perhaps food                        will give him solace.  ❝----- Unless you want to talk about it. ❞

[xcareerisms]

✘ xpresidentsnowsdaughter

      He was in a foul mood this mourn, callused hands aching as he       walked toward the woman, putting a hand on her shoulder to alert       her of her presence.  ❝ Miss, this area is reserved for Peacekeepers        only. I’m going to need you to evacuate the premises. ❞

[xcareerisms]

✘nevermisses

Marcus had been making rounds, when he came upon the training center. He knew that a lot of prospects spent copious amounts of time there in order to prepare themselves – and in a distant memory he recalled himself doing the same. His curiosity was peaked, and he walked through the doors, making a slow left as he came upon the knife throwing section. A girl was dark hair stood there, throwing knives at the board, several feet away from here. One – two – three – four – five -- !! All making contact with the board, with a soft thud. The corner of his eyes crinkled, lips forming a ghost of a smile.

                                                                             ❝ Do you ever miss? ❞

[xcareerisms]

✘deleterixus

      ❝Son! ❞ His voice was gruff, yet jovial as the large man walked toward Cato.           His countenance was untelling but if you looking into his eyes you could see            the warmth radiate from them. The amount of love he held for the boy was            unimaginable --- had been since the day he held the tough babe, so tiny that           he fit in Marcus one palm. ❝ How did training go today?❞

[sandsofjakku]

xcareerisms

[sandsofjakku]

It was late. Far later than she would have liked it to be and still be awake, but once you’re plagued with nightmares it’s hard to simply shrug them off. So she’s up - and training. Muffled grunts echo through the house as she punches and kicks her memories away, and it isn’t until the paranoia sets in that she isn’t alone does she finally turn around. Flashes go off, of kids screaming in the distance and canon’s following not that long after and her eyes reflect that pain. Livia doesn’t like to show it, but Marcus has been around to see it all regardless. 

❝Did I wake you?❞

[xcareerisms]

There was sleep, but there was never rest. His dreams were tainted with a longing, which he would never obtain, a loss he would never recover from. The hard exterior that he held up all throughout the day fell short at the end of the day as he drifted out of consciousness. Marcus jumped awake, beads of sweat running down the back of his neck. He was hot – and threw off the covers, letting his toes touch the cold, hard, ground before rubbing his eyes.

         Slowly he stood, pulling a shirt over his abdomen before          heading out of the room. His eye caught upon the woman,          her leg mid-kick in the air, all the things that she’s trying to          forget emitting from her lips in a grunt of frustration. She’s          beautiful, he thinks, even in her state of pain.

     ❝No love,❞ He begins, kissing her forehead lightly before crouching by the fire, arranging the logs. ❝ couldn’t really sleep. ❞

[valkyras-blog]

in my dreams we’re always together

[im-finally-yours-deactivated201]