preserve the moment | pierre/abandon/preston [blitz]

Life’s trials, he barely had to confront them before. Such a simple life, nothing needed to change. A job, a wife and four beautiful children; what more could a man like Pierre possibly ask for? One trial came knocking on the front door of his house, with three repercussions as it closed the door behind. To the Hope family, the Capitol could be the only sworn enemy. Rebellion or revolt, that is history’s remedy to the enemy but a simple man like Pierre; he ends up being their puppet.

Head held high with ignorance entwined into his smile as he pranced up to the stage for his acceptance speech. It only took hours before realisation finally hit. Strong strings sewn to his newly acquired tuxedos, handpicked by those he has never met. He could say it was a mistake. To flee or to continue? There have been occasions where has been granted his own free will, the only opportunities that are keeping him in office. Those moments where he consoles with tribute families and cuts the ribbons to the newly refurbished medical centres, it is what keeps the real smile on his face; he hasn’t had to use a fake one yet.

The company of two, certainly one thing that is helping him battle through these trials. He assists his wife with the distribution of foods and sits before welcoming his son into the room. ” Well hello Preston, where have you been?” So many years mourning the loss of his daughters and the one person that he needs to console, forgotten. He wishes he could go back and salvage all those moments, spent away from his son.

Before he can take the first bite of the steaming chicken on his plate, his wife drops him with questions and requests. It is hard to hold back the sigh that would rather reply to everything that she says. He answers everything in order of it being asked. ”My days have very much been filled with everything games related. A lot of tension in regards to the Rasoio girl attacking Zagreus Moon, most of the citizens are not happy with that. But enough about that!” One curse of his family, he always looks to Preston whenever the source of his daughter’s deaths are mentioned, he just can’t imagine his name being spoken on the day of reaping.

”I-I yes, I would be happy to help Machiavella.” He guides his hand to the decanter of whiskey that he so slyly sneaked onto the table, pouring himself a small glass. ”I will have to see if I am free before Ratmas though, I have a lot to do in the run up to it.”