We Would Walk on the Sidewalk // [Peri+Mace]
Jul 27, 2015 14:35:37 GMT -5
Post by d10f ekta ram // [earthling] on Jul 27, 2015 14:35:37 GMT -5
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a note from the desk of
Mace Emberstatt
when you never thought that it could ever get this tough,of District Ten
that's when you feel my kind of love
Mace rubbed the heel of his palms into his eyes, trying to force coherence in through his tear ducts. He'd already burned through four cups of coffee over the course of the morning to no avail. It was impossible that a newborn would cause such disruption. They'd had Mason and Juliet as infants simultaneously, and he'd never wanted for sleep. But then, he'd had the help of Reggie, Sew, Oscar and countless others. In the Capitol, the creche would entertain all three of his children during daylight hours, but they were no help at all for night time feedings, every two hours on the dot. Julian offered to help, but Mace always waved him off. He still had two tributes alive; Mace had failed many days ago. He refused to also fail as a parent and friend, which was why he struggled to stay awake during the day.
Except that Opal was preoccupied, Arbor and Topaz continued to exist in their little bubble, and he had found a strange, new sort of distance opening between Saffron and himself. He decided not to push it while they were in the Capitol; things were always easier in Ten. But he'd been trying to review their recent conversations to find where he'd fucked up, except that he couldn't remember them. The lack of sleep stole more than coherence; it rendered him completely unable to make new memories.
He yawned as he stumbled through the lobby to the side entrance. If coffee wouldn't help, he needed sunlight to sort his thoughts. The emergency door dumped him into an alleyway. If he was quick, he could usually escape into the bustling city undetected. The paparazzi cared less and less about him, and not at all if he didn't have Julian and their children at his side.
A slant of sunlight washed over him, along with an acrid puff of smoke. Mace jerked his chin at Peridot Myler, a sort of greeting, before joining him in the shadows. The fresh smoke mingled with something older and damp. He glanced down at the anthill of cigarette butts. They were old enough to be mildewed, and yet. He sucked in a breath through his mouth. "I was gonna go for a walk, y'know, clear my head. You wanna come?"
If inhaling the cloying smell of tobacco was hard, it was nearly impossible for him to lift his flat grey gaze to Peridot's. He so rarely saw the other victor, had so successfully avoided him. He wasn't Klaus, but he was still the right age, the right height and build.
The little v between his eyebrows tightened as he added, "ain't really any good at bein' by my lonesome any more."
Except that Opal was preoccupied, Arbor and Topaz continued to exist in their little bubble, and he had found a strange, new sort of distance opening between Saffron and himself. He decided not to push it while they were in the Capitol; things were always easier in Ten. But he'd been trying to review their recent conversations to find where he'd fucked up, except that he couldn't remember them. The lack of sleep stole more than coherence; it rendered him completely unable to make new memories.
He yawned as he stumbled through the lobby to the side entrance. If coffee wouldn't help, he needed sunlight to sort his thoughts. The emergency door dumped him into an alleyway. If he was quick, he could usually escape into the bustling city undetected. The paparazzi cared less and less about him, and not at all if he didn't have Julian and their children at his side.
A slant of sunlight washed over him, along with an acrid puff of smoke. Mace jerked his chin at Peridot Myler, a sort of greeting, before joining him in the shadows. The fresh smoke mingled with something older and damp. He glanced down at the anthill of cigarette butts. They were old enough to be mildewed, and yet. He sucked in a breath through his mouth. "I was gonna go for a walk, y'know, clear my head. You wanna come?"
If inhaling the cloying smell of tobacco was hard, it was nearly impossible for him to lift his flat grey gaze to Peridot's. He so rarely saw the other victor, had so successfully avoided him. He wasn't Klaus, but he was still the right age, the right height and build.
The little v between his eyebrows tightened as he added, "ain't really any good at bein' by my lonesome any more."