Fireheart | Raven Reyes [O.H.]

3 | heart of darkness

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chapter three!
HEART OF DARKNESS
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WHEN BLAKE LEAVES in the middle of the night to God-knows-where, Ares doesn't question it. He simply rises from his claimed cot inside of his very own tent and quietly tiptoes into the open air.

He has to admit that it's strange not having to share everything with Nate anymore. They'd each managed to snag tents of their own (and it totally wasn't because Ares impulsively grabbed one for him, or anything) so now they're merely neighbors instead of roommates.

As Ares creeps past Nate's new living quarters, he doesn't need to have x-ray vision to know what he's doing. Nate suffers from insomnia. He's likely staring at the canvas ceiling with his hands folded on his stomach, thinking either of his father or his boyfriend.

Sometimes, when Nate couldn't sleep, he'd pass the time by talking and keep both of them up. Ares didn't mean to actually pay attention to his hours of rambling. However, he soon realized he couldn't help himself and now knows more about David Miller and Bryan than he knows about literally anyone else. And he hasn't even met the two people.

Ares continues his careful voyage toward Blake's tent. Because he doesn't know when their unofficial leader will return, he uses his lanky legs to his advantage by bounding across the soil. It luckily absorbs his footfalls due to its soft sponginess. Not that many people are awake anymore— it must be well past midnight at this hour. Only a handful of kids mill aimlessly around or sit around the numerous campfires scattered throughout their territory.

Normally, he'd mentally run through all of the tips he'd learned about stealing. Be quiet. Don't look suspicious-- make it look like you're supposed to be where you are and people will be less skeptical. Complete your task and go. But now, this list only runs through his mind out of sheer habit. He wants to be caught this time.

The boy finally reaches the tent he knows to be Blake's and immediately gets to work unscrewing the poles from the ground. They'd spent the majority of yesterday setting up the poorly-made living quarters after Ares had discovered them in the dropship. Some kids had preferred to sleep in the spacecraft. Even so, it seems that they're one step closer to establishing some sort of society down here.

And it'll all go to hell if Blake's whatever the hell we want bullshit actually sticks.

Ares can't help but grin to himself as he works on nimbly separating each piece of the tent's frame. Clarke will shit her pants once she returns. Another name for the blonde-haired girl might be Control Freak-- take the steering wheel away from her and she doesn't know how to operate anymore. Oh, he'll have a field day whenever she comes back to see what happened while she was gone.