a/n: well, i guess i'm restarting this. it'll probably imitate bellicose blue's work of daily drabbles, and i'll try to update this daily. [drabble being 100 words.]
so here's marvel. [don't worry glimmer's next]
He's not a monster. He doesn't smirk when carving off dark-skinned fingers or run through burning trees with joy dripping from his smile. He doesn't dismiss the fading light in the boy's eyes or forget the pleading screams. He doesn't sharpen spears with the promise of blood, only with the name of survival.
[He's wishing and hoping that the nightmares dwindle; the faces and shrieks and blood will disappear, and he won't wake in cold sweat and choked screams.]
He only wants to survive.
[He shouted I volunteer with sweaty palms and darting eyes because every misstep is another sister's life.]