16th Throw - [ written / action ]

[shenevermisses]

[Written:]

I want to work for the Malnosso. [It's written because she wants to say it, but she doesn't trust her voice.]

I want to be out of this enclosure, working for them. Especially on the battlefield. If they'd just let me, my knives are theirs.

I hate this waiting. Hate it. Sure, time to heal after the fight. Time to rest. But I know how this goes. How long it'll be before I have a knife in my hand for anything other than hunting. Before I get to really fight again.

I hate it.

Why can we just sign up? Go into battle and let that be that. Leave us there, provide supplies, die and come back again and again. I'm useful in a fight. Sitting around here? It's pointless.


[Action:

Clove hasn't spent much time at the apartment. She's been holed up at the camp she established when she first came.

Tonight, for the first time since she got back, there's a fire. Plenty of kindling and proper logs, but also... ball and oval-like bits of wood being thrown in.

All the carving she'd done when Cato had been worrying about her? It's all going into the fire now. Burning.

It was stupid to do it. To pretend she could have something other than battle. She knows now, better than she did before maybe-- that's all she's good for.]

Comments

[action]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki leans forward and stares into the fire, extending his hands briefly and humming softly when he feels warmth spreading out from the tips of his fingers to the rest of his hands.]

Allow me to keep your sculpture, yes? I will tell no one you ever had a hobby, my lips are sealed, my mouth stays shut and similar phrases like that.

[He shakes his head briefly.]

Fair enough. But you think secluding yourself is going to help?

[action]

[shenevermisses]

I want it in the fire. [But she won't take it from him. She doesn't trust herself with that struggle, not to go too far, not to add another death of a resident to her record here.

So she sits, very still and very silent, glaring at the flames, fingers flexing and contracting as she reminds herself all the reasons she can't go for a knife.]

Yes. I think it will.

[action]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki knows what loneliness and solitude can do and he does not wish such things to happen to her. Despite what academies and capitols might say.]

I will not do so.

[He nudges her briefly.]

Perhaps we can finish it together. I see a bird in this sculpture but it is not yet finished. Carving wood is a good way to pass time, you see?

[There's a small pause...]

It won't. Believe me. I do not lie.

[action]

[shenevermisses]

You can go now.

[It's that simple, to her. Dismissing him.

After all, there's no way she's carving again. And since he obviously won't do what she wants about the wood piece, she isn't going to bother arguing it further. It's a good reiteration of the lesson she's learning, here. How people think.

"What I want trumps what you want."]

[action]

[not_a_troll]

You are free to do some hanging around later. I will be cooking hamburgers with ketchup tonight.

[Loki is pretty sure Clove will never ever appear because whatever Academy has been brain washing her, it is quite good at that. He gets on his feet and tucks the sculpture away in the brown shoulderbag he mostly carries around.]

Be well, yes?