Saffron Lowe was the newest victor and with her being crowned Opal was to be pushed from the light of attention. It brought with it long sighs of relief, day and night, the thoughts as eager in her mind as her pounding heart as she watched the girl succeed. Maybe that was a horrible thing to think. After all Saffron was just so little, she was tiny and Opal was heading closer and closer to her eighteenth birthday, an age where she should be able to hold herself high even when people stare. It was not a few weeks away, now, it was meant to be a grand thing, but then she had made sure it wasn’t going to be. She knew her family wanted it to be big and important, but she had fought them off, bidding them a venomous goodbye before fleeing to her big lonely house. Now she stood to the side of the crowds of the district as Saffron Lowe made her appearance. The girl was small, so little and young, someone who should not have suffered how she had. Her brown eyes lingered on her leg for a brief moment, knowing that the young victor had suffered a similar tragic loss of a limb. It was difficult to get over.
Strolling past the crowds she made her way to the side, where Saffron was to come down. And she waited, ready and willing to open her arms and help the little thing find a home in the district and in herself.
ooc -- Okay so really short, but I thought heyyyy why don't i actually do a blitz blitz for once in my life. :3
Post by slate • d9f • zoë on Dec 28, 2013 5:33:30 GMT -5
♕ saffron lowe ♕
I could reach into the hearts of every single person I've spoken to on this tour (a hundred, thousand of them) and find no adoration for me in any of them. Of all the crowds I was to speak to, District One I have dreaded the most. Not Four - with their fingers still reaching out for a victory that was so close they could smell it. Not Twelve - where my best friend used to stand, learn, play, love, live. No - some of them may have understood. None of them expected their tributes to come home. But in One, I didn't dare look up from my cards as my voice turned robotic and shaking, a thousand eyes that hated me for standing in a place they all felt was rightfully theirs.
The second it was over I bolted from the stage, not wanting to bask in their applause (or lack of). Not one of their faces sung of kindness (do I deserve any kindness at all?), only of hate, of envy, of disgust and disappointment. I stumbled, fumbled through my speech and tripped over simple syllables and ached when whispers of sneers and piercing words reached my attention. (But this is what I deserve. Nothing more, nothing less.) And as I hurried down the stairs, not knowing quite what I was running to but sure of what I was running from, I suddenly found myself in the welcoming arms of Opal Shore, shaking and stuttering and clinging to her for dear life.
"I-I-I-" I stammered, skipping formal greetings or quiet small talk. With the others, there never seems to be a need for all of that. They simply know.
The hug, although unexpected, was relieving. As the young victor wrapped her tiny arms around Opal's thing waist she hesitated only for a second -- the movement no more then surprise -- before she wrapped her own arms around the red-headed girl. Smiling gently at the girl she hugged her tightly. What she said, though, bit into Opal like nothing else. She could remember the way everyone had looked at her, the rage, anger, pain and loss. The way the Labinnac brothers had almost snarled, one of them had looked as though he was ready and willing to rip her throat out with his teeth right there and then. District three and seven, Drace and Yaa, the families had been sad, but there had been so much anger. She hadn't been able to bear it, her heart had been hardened, and yet their slicing gazes cut her heart and ripped it to shreds.
Placing a hand on Saffrons head she ruffled her hair, smiling down at the young girl.
"I know, Saffron, trust me, I know how you are feeling." She mumbled, and then she pulled the girl beside her before spinning around and away from the crowd. Bending down low she winked, a cheeky grin dancing on her lips. "They're just jealous of your stunning looks and awesome robotic hand. Have you seen mine?" I tug my skirt upwards, revealing the intricately designed leg. "Come on, let's go and get something to eat."