- the hunger games fanfiction
୭ - (v.) star of the sky
- It was no secret to anyone the passion that Hilarius Heavensbee had for Eyana Astrea; it was a passion that had been going on for years and that burned in the boy's veins, so when he saw an o...
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(TW: little mentions to vomit)
EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ALREADY HOME, Eyana did not feel comforted.
That night, with her heart racing in her chest, Nyna sat in front of her desk, occasionally staring up at the skylight above her head seeking a star or constellation to distract her. However, once she noted the sky was clear, she quietly groaned and glanced at the notebook in front of her, gripping her old writing quill.
The restlessness was still in her body, and the only thing she had on the slightly yellowed page of the notebook were just some scribbles that she had made while she was distracted, with the events that happened even earlier in her head.
Bobbin's comments, or their absence, left her significantly distressed, with an uncomfortable weight in her chest that she had tried in vain to ignore since returning home. Despite the pain that ingested her, Eyana could not be angry with the younger boy; he was also a victim of the situation, and his unquestioned innocence made it impossible to blame him for anything.
She knew she wasn't the right person to judge him, not when her people had taken him away from his home and family, and not when she knew his reaction had been a defensive one motivated by fear and the embarrassing and repulsive circumstances that the Capitol had placed him in.
Even so, she couldn't help but feel anxious and a little lost, and the heat of the room, along with the silence of the place, didn't help to improve the situation either. This made her let out a growl through her nose and get up to go towards the closed windows of the room. Opening them, Nyna couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction when she felt the cold night breeze touching her face and her arms that were uncovered due to the lack of sleeves on her nightshirt.
When she looked down, she noticed that the night fog was already beginning to cover the city streets. The only sources of light to penetrate that curtain of fog were the moonlight and the distant streetlights, which made her feel a slight relief, despite also being a little apprehensive about the fog. She glanced at the wall clock next to her bed and noticed that it was only seven minutes until midnight.
The constant ticking of the clock seemed to amplify the silence in the room, increasing his sense of anxiety, and Eyana sighed deeply, trying to calm her mind as she watched the clock hands slowly advance.
But, despite the late hours, the girl couldn't sleep, so she went towards one of her bookshelves, tripping over some objects that were scattered across the blue carpet. Despite the family house being impeccably clean and well-maintained, this rule It didn't apply to the girl's room, where, although she had given an irritated grumble at the stumble, she felt comfortable in the midst of the clutter and disorder in the place.
