lissa moon {d9} {cb} finished

On the night of the full moon in April a little bundle was dropped off at a community home not too far from District Nine's town square. She was all but a day old, bright-eyed and as blonde as could be. They called her Lisa at first, but it was dark and the housekeeper couldn't spell very well and nobody had bothered to fix the lamp by the door, so Lissa she became.

They sing about having the whole world in their hands but Lissa Moon knows she's got her whole world in hers when she's running through the street with her best friend locked to her fingers. "We shouldn't!" falls through lips with a giggle, followed by wide grey eyes and a "We'll get caught!" Adults warned her about dangers in darkness and addictions laced in shadows but never of the ones with fire-cracker laughs and a thundering heartbeat that helps her sleep at night. "Don't worry Liss," the fire-cracker grins. "C'mon!"

They're never caught. Not ever. But she still worries regardless.

They are a blur of fair skin and laughter. They, always them. Never one without the other. Lissa Moon and Roza Gold: always together and never apart. Roza never lets her out of her sight and never gets her into trouble. "It's my fault," she cries at punishment, "not Lissa's." She takes the fall and Lissa puts her pieces back together ("Please Miss, it was an accident, may she only scrub for 2 hours instead of 3?") and Roza scrubs for 2, not 3, as Lissa begged. A guardian angel in disguise and a sacrifice shrouded in punches - Lissa never had any family but it never bothered her. Because her family sleeps beside her and smiles as Lissa sings her to sleep with her whole world at her fingertips.