30DD: Prepared - VicEvery day after Academy training Vic and Glory went straight to the gym. There was no time to rest, he always said. They could be Reaped any year.
Every day was devoted to a different activity, for overall physical perfection. Vic trained hard, he trained relentlessly. Only the strong survive, it was proven year after year.
Every day he would spar with Cato. Cato was the biggest, he was the strongest. He might not be the smartest, but if Vic could beat him (which he did once), then he could win.
Every day, Glory would make him calm down, put the knife away and take a seat. She always said a clear head was better then sore muscles. Vic took her advice, but only because he loved her.
Every day in the Arena, his training paid off. He was strong, he was smart, and he had the drive to win. In the end though, it was love that brought him down.
30DD: Thousand - Team BriteliteIt wasn't that Freya was weak, it was just that her friends got over-protective.
Jean was already a protective sort. She didn't show it often, but when faced with people insulting her friends, well, that person didn't always get to leave in their right mind.
Nazz stood up for anyone and everyone, but with Freya, well, she took it a few steps further. No one would be bullying the daughter of Eros when she was around.
Ivy was the mama-bear of the group. She would yell at others, and cradle Freya close, despite the fifteen-year-old's protests. Ivy would keep going, yelling at them, waving her sword, and Freya would finally have to calm her friend down.
When the bullies left, Freya would ask Ivy why she was so protective. Ivy always said she wouldn't let anything bad to the people she loved, and kissed Freya's forehead, and went off to do something else.
And it happened thousands of times, where the four of them would stand up for each other, against all odds.
30DD: Thanks - Brennan and ZatannaBrennan took a deep breath and sent another punch at the dummy, breaking it in two. He smiled bitterly, examining his bruising knuckles of his left hand, the right already having been bleeding for some time.
He flexed his fingers and concentrated again, the blue energy crackling uncontrolled around his fists, and he raised his hand to punch the next dummy. He was ready for the crunch of knuckles, the sting of pain, and the satisfying decapitation of the eighth dummy. Seems like Bennie had rubbed off on him after all.
Bren laughed out loud, a harsh sound, broken and strained, and he pulled back, sending his fist flying towards the dummy.
"You need help." Zatanna said, her hand outstretched, maintaining the force field. Bren turned toward the younger girl, his hair falling in his eyes.
"This is helping."
"No, it clearly isn't." she said, releasing the force field. Bren lost his balance and stumbled forward, collapsing on the floor with a small groan. "You haven't eaten or slept in days.
crystal hearts and weeping eyesi weep for you.
for all you knew
for all you never wanted to know.
you sit there in maudlin ignorance
a stash of blank pages crestfallen on your desk
and i weep.
they think you a maverick
"Rebel," they say.
but we know better, you and i
with our crystal hearts and weeping eyes
i still weep for you
for this pain will never go
it's going to shatter this transparent heart
into a thousand stellar pieces,
by the vaunted wind
up thereWhen shining down upon the Earth with light,
Those stars, a herald of the coming night
Can show with crystal clarity, the world.
Illuminated, they gleam like pearls
Fastened in a diadem atop a lady's head.
These celestial bodies for which there is no end
Will mesmerize the crashing waves,
Set the vaunted winds to shame.
But fret not, don't make such a crestfallen face my dear,
For the cache of stars above won't leave,
Held tightly in the thrall of all love.
30DD: Letters - Grant and RajaShe hadn't written him back in a month.
Grant knew she was travelling, and she was busy with Alex doing whatever training they were doing, but she couldn't find two minutes to write him a damn letter? They'd been on their way to becoming real friends, instead of just with benefits. She'd broken that off (and his heart in two) when she'd left, but he'd hoped that maybe, maybe, she'd try to keep in touch.
That clearly wasn't working. She'd written him fine while she was in Dublin, hanging out with Irma all the while. Auckland and Tokyo had taken longer, but her letters hadn't been months late.
Maybe she'd just decided to stop writing him. After all, fervent declarations of love from a werewolf weren't exactly what a Nephilim wanted to hear. And maybe, maybe, it was time for him to move on.
30DD: Silver - RomanRoman had never liked the small beauty mark on her chin. People's eyes always landed there, just below her lips. She hated how it made her face unsymmetrical, unbalanced.
She hated being unbalanced. That's why she always wore two skis.
So, when she was 14, Roman got her lip pierced.
Just a simple hoop, one small piercing on the left side of her lip, perfectly symmetrical with her beauty mark. Only a silver hoop, and it wasn't like there was some giant green spike on one end.
She didn't see why her mother had made such a big fuss.
30DD: Winter - Cato and GloryWhy had they chosen a winter wasteland?
Glory didn't do winter. It wasn't in her system to live in the cold, to withstand the harsh winds, and the Gamemakers chose this year, of all years, to have the Tributes compete in a tundra?
Cato punched the arm of the couch, his eyes glued to the screen as Glory left the cave. He cursed loudly, the jagged edges of his nails digging into his palms, leaving little half-moon marks. A trickle of blood ran down his knuckles, dripping onto the carpet.
What in the twelve districts made her leave that cave, that safe, sort-of warm, cave? Cato's blue eyes narrowed as she pulled the hood of her parka over her short, matted hair and began the trip back to the icy Cornucopia.
His mother had gone out to the square to watch the Games with her friends, all of them cheering for the 'tragedy-bound twins'. Cato was alone, so alone, as he curled up on the couch and watched in horror as Glory's already-pale pink lips turned blu
30DD: Accusation - Stella and JakeIt started with an argument. It always started with an argument.
Stella wasn't sure what they were fighting over (probably her last shopping trip and the nice clothes she bought him, that he didn't need but she wanted to buy him, and he got angry), but she was sure it was inconsequential.
Somehow things had escalated to a screaming match, and then Jake had grabbed her face and kissed her, and well, she went with it.
There had been nothing romantic about the encounter. Clashes of teeth and tongues, manicured fingernails scraping down his back, his fingers pressing into her sides, bruising her perfect skin. No smooth or fluid movements; everything had been choppy, rough at best.
But now, now with the morning light streaming through their window, illuminating them both with a sort-of glow, it was calm. Jake's back was raw and red, Stella's sides purple and splotchy, but they fit together on the bed like a puzzle. Her hair was pooled around the