NOT FINE.

            crown  inclines,      sorrow  laced  on  lips  ever  soft  in  timbre.      ❛        i  know.        ❜      i  just  wish  he  acted  like  it,       never  one  to  complain words  shred  in  throat.     silent  understanding  in  the  flutter  of  lashes,  guilt  fixed  in  his  spine  ever  present        &         a  yearning  for  part  of  his  heart  to  return.          he’s  hollow,  hands  rest  in  his  lap  with  glimpses  of  mourning  tempting  features.              taunting  words  curled  round  his  mind,        tearing  him  apart  with  a  kind  of  divinity  stars  could  only  wish  for.     

                      ❛         -----    dirty      &    alive  or  clean    &    dead    ?    anyway  you  think  about  it  it’s  a  waste  of  space    &    supplies.        ❜

                     ❛          there’s  a  pretty  big  difference  between  hygiene       &        a  marble  bathtub  inside  of  a  bomb  shelter.         ❜

                      ❛          i  just  don’t  see  why  it’s  necessary,     i  mean,     a  bathtub  when  the  world’s  ending   ? sounds  a  little  excessive.         ❜

                     ❛        this  thing  must’ve  been  here  for  years ....    pretty  luxurious  for  a  bomb  shelter.         ❜

                the contact’s unexpected though reluctantly accepted,    a shaky breath parting lips,     features scrunching as arms encircle his friend in return.         ❛    ------it wasn’t her.      ❜          words murmured into her shoulder as if to reassure himself,     grip tightening the slightest amount.     the wound’s fresh,     memory still stinging palms that held death no matter the words betraying him.   

                ❛     shades indoors,   really ?     ❜

                 he’s settled in the fire’s warmth as the flame’s light flickers,  illuminating features contorting,  his posture’s hunched as if to disappear into the somber night.     bones chilled to the core with events weighing heavily on his mind. fingertips dig into wool with slightest curve of lips as gaze lifts,        resting on the other.       ❛    ------hey,  octavia.    ❜

                 ❛    it will.    ❜      confidence in own abilities pronounced,   attention shifting,   returning to the device as he continues.   ❛   ------before lockup i was recruited into engineering,  i mostly had a mentor who taught me,   other things just came with the territory,       never thought it’d come in handy except for some malfunctions on the ark though.     ❜    

                anxiously fingers curl,     biting into his palms.      onyx lashes brush cheeks,     stare flickering upwards as concern touches countenance.       ❛     ------he’s getting worse.      ❜        unease settles ever prominent in tone,     the softness of humanity thawing frigid edges.      a young heart burdened by guilt    &    a radiant mind plagued by death’s mocking presence.