til death do us part }} beck x lys
Nov 25, 2021 21:20:19 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Nov 25, 2021 21:20:19 GMT -5
L Y S A N D E R.
The ring of the bright lights were still burned into her eyes, but everything else was a blur.
The crowd, the questions, her answers. The only thing she was seemingly aware of was the camera constantly in her face and the presence of Beck’s warm fingers laced with hers. The Games had just reached top twelve, District Four had one tribute left, and somehow miraculously, District Five still had two.
”So Lysander, how have you done it?’
The question played on repeat in her head. They should be asking Patricia, not her, she was barely sober enough to even comprehend what was going on. The half empty bottle on her desk stared at her this morning, but she promised her agent that she would behave, and she managed to make the rehearsed answer sound convincing.
The interview concluded and she gripped Beck’s hand even tighter as they walked off the stage, scared that if she let go she would never be able to find him again. All Lysander wanted was a drink and her bed, but the PR team insisted it would be good publicity for them to be seen in public together. Before either of them had a chance to object, they were being shoved out the door with a picnic basket filled to the brim in her hands.
Beck was laying out the red checkered blanket as Lysander looked around. The area their team picked out was their idea of perfect. A place in the park private enough where the two could talk in peace, but also public enough where they can be found by adoring fans and paparazzi. Guards were strategically placed in a perimeter around them so no one could get in.
And so they couldn’t get out.
He motioned for her to sit on the neatly placed blanket and Lysander did so as graciously as her awkward limbs would allow her, aware of the sound of clicking cameras the whole time.
”Sickening isn’t it?” she said with a slight laugh.
But still she searched the basket until she found the bottle of champagne hidden at the bottom. She poured herself a full glass and took a large gulp. It did the trick, but she was going to need something a bit stronger if she had any intentions of making it through this date.
”So, how do you feel about...all of this?” The games, their situation, their expectations. Any of it, all of it, she didn’t know. Her emotions run rampant and the only thing that subdues them is the sweet burn of liquor on her lips. However, there was one thing she was certain of.
Lysander wouldn’t make it through any of this without Beck.
Even though they won, somehow they both managed to still lose.
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