I lost my head a while ago, but you've seem to done no better

[carnagecarnival]

 Who| Initiate & Shepard [Closed.]

What| Awkward kind of apologies? How do you even apologize to a kismesis? Why is hate romance so hard?

Where| D5, the training center, wherever it is he will find her. 

When| The last day before night, after everyone's gone.

Warnings/Notes|  Swears and such. Romantic hate?

He's not vain. He's no motherfucking fishfuck. Whatever it seemed of his alternate, he is not vain. But neither is he going to meet his kismesis looking like he just had a goddamn arena run without shit to show for it. Fuck that noise in the chute.

And in any case, this is his face. His proper face as revealed from within to without. For that, he is careful to fix it, painting slow, not all to procrastinate. Maybe a little bit to procrastinate.

He unravels his braid and lets it all fall loose for the first time in ages. Just a shift of his hair, and between fixed paint, it covers it all. His swollen eye is hidden, the cuts on his lips don't look to be there. This is ridiculous, part of him thinks still. But again, he doesn't want to hear a comment from Jane and... well fuck it, his alter's dead now, maybe a little vanity would make all to pay tribute to that. Family in the carnival. Family sticks together. He laughs humourlessly. 

What else sticks? Tacks. Knives in flesh. Jane in his nerves. The idea that he's got to say something to her, even if he's damned if he knows what. He grits his teeth, curses, and heads out to look.

And when he finds her, his first word is simply her name. "JANE."

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[carnagecarnival]

She's got his paint smeared all on her face, half off him, half on her. It don't even feel like heresy. It don't even feel like a violation. It feels right. It looks beautiful, the paint torn through by her internal light, like maybe any second his own skin will crack open with that same light and shine through just the same. Take him apart that way, a supernova up within. He wants to motherfucking sing.

And she wants to slit his throat to silencing. He glares, and hangs on for too damn long. Then lets go, lightly nicking flesh with a claw as he does.

He licks red and indigo lips, and up underneath the smeared away grey and white, the natural black of them finally shows through. There's blood in his teeth too. Between the peacekeepers earlier and this, he's lucky he ain't lost a fang. But there was still time to spit blood in a sink later and feel one all loose.

"GONNA MOTHERFUCKING FLEE NOW?"

She kissed back. He knows it wasn't that damn bad.

He thinks, look at the both of them. A pair land-trash born cullbait fuckers, teasing and leaving, digging in without tearing the nug right the fuck off, taking snaps at the higher goddamn ground like its something fucking owned. He wants to hurt her for it and he wants to hurt. Even if he's let go, he can't all completely speak of giving a damn what anybody thought of this.

[earthborn]

It draws a chuckle out of her, dry and sharp-edged, subtly laced with hysteria. She hasn't the mental fortitude to navigate the labyrinth of new-relationship pitfalls right now. Better not to try, and cut the gorgon's knot as she always does.

"This isn't the time or place to make ourselves a target," Nothing in the Capitol is, but she's smiling all the same, ugly with blood on her teeth, not all of it red, "If I'm running, it's not from you."

[carnagecarnival]

Well if that ain't a motherfucking mood kill, to think of capitol using this against them. She's right and that's terrible. But half of him still want to point out the very important fact of fuck them.

But he sees that color and he feels victorious regardless.

He motherfucking kissed Jane Shepard.

Mother.

Fuckin.

Miracles.

"Ain't no real place to run to, Jane" He points out. "BUT FINE ON THAT WORD. At up in the district it be likely he shall motherfucking see her short."