All My Mistakes [Rex/Vasco] Feb 13, 2019 1:47:58 GMT -5
Post by zorionak on Feb 13, 2019 1:47:58 GMT -5
Vasco IzarAnd though I don't believe in silver linings,I believe there's something in yousomething good is trying to break throughyou might have to fight the good fightand when you think you can't, you cantake it from an old man.
I am guilty.
The moment that it was not Emmanuel’s name, nor Sophia’s that was pulled from the reaping bowl, I covered my face to hide the tears collecting at the edges of my eyes. I shouldn’t have been the least bit joyful, with two more children heading toward their deaths, but I was as selfish as any man could be. At least I could be honest that I wanted nothing less for my family than peace. Failing that – hope for our district after a long drought of games without it.
Of course the capitol would pull a Rhodes from the bowl. Some will tell you that there are just as many Rhodes boys as Izars (and if any one of us ever decide to marry they might as well have renamed the district after us), so it shouldn’t have been much surprise. Except I know well enough that the capitol revels in cruel twists of fate. Each of us have lost a child – Bakar and Benat; Druso and Salome; Aresti and Gabriel; me and Raquel – as though we are paying for our ancestor's sins during the dark days. The words were caught in my throat when I saw the peacekeepers start to move for him (forgetting where I was and who I was), until a hand shot up to take his place.
He is not one I recognize and I marvel that any child could be so brave as to throw themselves at the mercy of the games. I should’ve known well enough, considering it ran in our veins. Still, I cross myself and shake my head as the flash bulbs burst, knowing that he’s gone and condemned himself. None of them had come back, and it was hard for me to imagine it would be much different for him, hard as I try.
I gave a slow and steady knock at the door before deciding to enter the room where they were holding Rex. I’d fretted with Emma whether or not this was the best idea – they didn’t want to hear from an old man like me, not the least of which to wish them well or to remind them of what they were leaving behind. And yet I couldn’t stop myself. I had turned over at night thinking of all the things I wish I’d said to Raquel, and what she had probably wanted to hear.
“Mr. Antilles?” I say, my voice quiet as I close the door. “I’m Mayor Vasco Izar. I wanted to start by saying – thank you.” I pause. “And to know that I will do my best to get you sponsorship, in any way I can.”*Take It From an Old Man, Waitress