each word [nixie] jb oneshot

My sister has always been a pain in my ass, but I still love her, I suppose. She came to visit me in the Justice Building after I was reaped, and I wasn't sure what to expect. As she entered the room, I'm unsure of whether I should be afriad of a jealous rage, or ready for a hug and tears. It honestly could have ended up being anything on an even broader spectrum than that. She has quite the emotional range.

Marina looks hesitant to approach me when she comes in the room, as if she's afraid of my reaction. She probably thinks that I'm mad at her or something like that, which, I suppose isn't completely wrong, but I wouldn't hold it against her when this could be the last time I see her (although I have more confidence in myself that that. I'll probably make it back alive anyway).

"I'm not gonna bite, Marina," I tell her with a slight laugh. She comes further into the room and walks right up to me, wrapping her arms around me for a tight hug. I hug her back. Even if she's a jerk sometimes, I do love her, and I care about her more than I care about most people. She's one of those people that I know would mourn me pretty hard if I did end up dying.

We release from the hug and she gives me a small smile.

"I guess you're the one the Games wanted and not me, hmm?" she jokes.

"Fate, I suppose," I respond.

"Fate can suck it," she says with a slight laugh.

"Agreed," I tell her.

I don't want her to know that I'm somewhat looking forward to this now. I feel like that would just make her even more worried than she probably already is.

I can tell she's nervous by the way she's presenting herself. She has the look of a wimpy twelve-year-old at their first reaping who doesn't want the world to know how they're feeling but is bad at hiding it. Scared shitless but trying to cover it with a smile and hoping that no one knows.

"I'll be fine, though, Marina," I try to reassure her. "It's just like a little vacation. A terrifying vacation, but a vacation nonetheless, okay?"

She laughs again.

"You're the little sister, okay, Nix? I'm supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around."

"Got it," I smirk. "I'm supposed to be the one who's scared shitless."

"That's not what I meant! You've got this— you'll make it out. I wasn't trying to scare you, I was just—"

I interrupt her, "Marina, it's fine," I laugh. "I'm not scared, okay? Just a little taken off-guard, I guess."

She nods. Our time was running out, but I was going to make the most of it.

"While I'm gone, I've got a few things I want you to do, okay?" I say to her.

"Okay," she responds.

"First, make sure Mom and Dad are okay. I know they're going to worry like hell."

Marina nods.

"Second, don't do anything too stupid, I need you to be here when I get back."

She laughs a bit.

"Lastly, make sure Pixie does her business outside. I don't need to come home to that damn dog shitting on my bedroom floor."

We both burst out laughing even harder at that.

We calm down after a moment or two, and Marina looks at her watch, noting that we're almost out of time.

"Take this with you," she says, pulling something out of her pocket. It's a small crystal on a necklace cord.

"It's for good luck— not that you'll need much of that, but, ya know, whatever helps," A weak laugh surfaces from her again.

I take the crystal necklace and nod.

"Thank you," I tell her. There's one last hug between us before she has to leave me.

I suppose that, if that really was our last moment together, I'm glad it wasn't an argument. Now I just needed to make sure that it wasn't our last moment. Then we could argue later.