See My Heart is Black // [Kirito/Court]
Dec 15, 2016 17:59:53 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Dec 15, 2016 17:59:53 GMT -5
COURTNEY PERSIMMON
Court Persimmon had a bone to pick with her cousin, and for the first time in her life, she also had the freedom to do so.
She'd spent the last two days hiking across the District, from the dusty farm where she grew up, to the bustling city center. It was the only second time in her life that she'd visited the Town Square, other than for her yearly Reaping pilgrimage. The only other time was for a funeral when she was only toddler. Grown now and cast out of the farm, she marched past the brick houses and the small shops and the Mayor's office because she had nowhere else to go.
In the end, her freedom had only cost her everything else in her life.
But a roof and oats and a bath once a week paled in comparison to claiming her birth right.
After two days of walking, she was as dirty as she'd ever been. She had a small satchel, the clothes on her back, and a few pennies. That was it. She had absolutely nothing to offer, but the scales had always been so far tipped out of her favor, she figured it was time for her to take. So she stomped on Katelyn Persimmon's porch and banged on her door.
In the closest window, she saw the swirl of dust.
Court squinted into the dark, perplexed. The victors had returned a from the Capitol a week prior, empty handed. She'd heard that Katelyn had been building an orphanage not far from her family's farm - which was one of the many points of contention - but according to one of the local errand boys, she hadn't yet been to visit. Where else would a victor go? Who would she even ask?
She cursed and spun back into the street. She'd have to wait until the cover of night to break the glass. Maybe there was a spare key. Making no effort whatsoever to be quiet, Court began rooting around the front yard and eventually worked her way to one side, overturning rocks and pots, looking for the way into Katelyn Persimmon's life. When she heard the squeak of a door opening, she froze, heart pounding. This was it. The moment she met her doppelganger and balanced the scales.
But it was the neighbor's door. When Court turned, she found her frantic heartbeat stopped. It was him, a Victor, in the flesh. Not up on stage during the Reaping, not on the television during the Games. Just there, staring at her, his dark brows drawn together.
Court dropped the rock she was holding and put her hands on her hips. She only just remembered to breathe in time to spit out. "Well, Mister Meer-is-tai-oh-ma, you gonna stand there gawkin' or tell me where in the hell Katelyn Persimmon has gone?"
