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before exploding | [JB Blitz|Kay] Jun 2, 2019 13:19:58 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jun 2, 2019 13:19:58 GMT -5

Kassandra Nerys

The scent of mothballs is inescapable in the tiny room in the Justice Building. Kassandra sits cross-legged on one of the expensive but old couches shuffling her deck. It's missing cards, and she won't be needing it where she is going but she cannot part with them. These worn pieces of cardboard had gotten her this far and it seemed cruel to toss them out.

No one would cherish them here like she had.

The door creaks open and Killian fills the frame. Bigger than life, brighter than any star. On the edge of combustion.

She should have expected him. He's the closest thing she has to parent these days, and yet it is a surprise to see him.

"Sorry I won't be around to change the world."

She gives him a weak smile and looks back down at her deck and for the first time in a long while she feels her age.

Last Edit: Jun 5, 2019 16:10:21 GMT -5 by sbeeg

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before exploding | [JB Blitz|Kay] Jun 5, 2019 16:08:07 GMT -5

Post by [earthling] on Jun 5, 2019 16:08:07 GMT -5

KILLIAN

It was easier these days to attend the Reapings. He was, after all, a legitimate business owner. Better: the manager of a charity. Thanks to Katelyn's generous foundation, the orphanage operated smoothly, day in and day out. He found he enjoyed the work more than he expected to; it was almost nice to have a routine, after so many years of wondering where his next meal might come from. Not that he relished his trips to the city center; quite the opposite, of late. Every since she had returned, he'd felt... not unwelcome. Awkward.

Responsible.

But he could not send his children alone. He escorted them to check-in, roved the pens until the Peacekeepers ushered the adults aside. He was relegated to mere bystander during the most important moment of his teens' lives. It was another cruelty delivered by the Capitol.

He folded his arms as the Capitol escort took the stage. He kept his vision roving, checking on the Peacekeepers, the Capitol delegation, the victors - yes, all of the victors, not just the one. Though maybe he chanced upon her slightly more frequently. Until the tributes were announced.

After, Killian entered the building, a storm upon his brow. He leaves the door open, kneels in front of her so that they are eye to eye. "What makes you think that?" He asked, voice a little rough. "Seems to be you will, by the force of your being, change the world no matter where you go."

He opens his arms, ready to fold her in, one last time.

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before exploding | [JB Blitz|Kay] Jun 5, 2019 16:24:20 GMT -5

Post by sbeeg on Jun 5, 2019 16:24:20 GMT -5

Kassandra Nerys

Kassandra knew her father, but just barely. She remembered sallow skin, dry lips, and gasps for air. She remembers his body and not being able to bring herself to touch him. She never uttered any words for him, she was too young and too worried about the future to dwell on words.

She knew a parent's love is strong. She watched the mothers weep at the Reaping, the Victors frozen with fear as their children march into the pens. She can imagine it all, she can feel for them, but she doesn't know the specifics.

The feeling of curling against a strong figure in the middle of the night after a bad dream. The shushing and gentle hands after a fall. The caring and babying most children are afforded for at least a short amount of time.

Kassandra was only a child for a short time. Then she was a seer, a hustler, an urchin. Then she was officially labeled as an orphan. Then a rebel. She had no time for childish wants like fathers.

Yet, when Killian kneels in front, eyes looking into her own and searching for the good inside she feels a fragile part of her crack.

"Seems to me you will, by the force of your being, change the world no matter where you go."

Her bottom lip quivered and she let herself fall into his arms. He smelled like clean laundry and the white house that she never managed to call home.

Her fingers curled into his dress shirt, wrinkling the fabric but Kassandra knew he wouldn't mind.

Fathers didn't mind little things like that.