Struggle… struggle on. That’s what she did, struggle. Gave herself a random cause to get up in the morning for; because that was the only way to get out of bed. Told her that today was for Prim, or Rue. That this one was for Finnick or Gale, or Peeta —- but really all that was pointless. She’d been beyond caring for too long, and even thinking the names didn’t help. Not even the boy with the bread laying next to her in bed was enough sometimes.
“But what’s the point?”
What’s the point —
He had asked himself that, too.
He had lived for revenge, for people, because he was forced to, but it had all been taken away from him more than once.
There was no point most of the time…
He wasn’t going to regret struggling now that he had found it, though.
“Isn’t there someone who’s going to hate you if you give up?”
Enjoying her Papa’s company after been neglected of it all day, the small huntress-to-be closed her eyes for a second as his hands ran through her hair. It was a comforting gesture, one that would make her sleepy as she nuzzled further into his shoulder. She had missed her Papa, even if it had only been for one day and slowly, she began to lift her own arms up, her hands grasping a few of his silver locks and twisting them between her fingers. “If you’re allowed to sleep forever, can I sleep forever too?”
On a normal day Zero would have let her do this, on a strange day Zero was going to let her do this. He didn’t have the strength to stop her even if he wanted, not at the moment when his head threatened to explode — allowing Rei to grab his hair required less effort.
Or maybe it didn’t bother him as much as it should, not when the one doing it was his precious girl.
“I’m not going to sleep forever… You need to eat something first.”
Send my muse a "Would you rather" with two possible answers and they must pick one.
“Rei — Don’t you think you have enough?”
"Opacho not annoying," she protests gently, cautiously approaching Lily, hands raising in a non threatening manner to show the horse she meant no harm. "Opacho just want to pet…"
Of course Opacho wants to pet the mare — that had been obvious for more than a few seconds now. White Lily should be getting used to this, though, as there’s a four-year-old at home to bother her and pester her and give her attention more than necessary.
”I need you to stay quiet, Lily.”
” You need to. I’ll stay with you until you sleep, ok? “
”No — I don’t want to sleep.”