orange soda & vengeance [lysander/nixie]

orange soda & vengeance [lysander/nixie] Jan 12, 2022 12:42:02 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jan 12, 2022 12:42:02 GMT -5

N I X I E
S U M M E R S

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Lysander Mae was a victor that, I'll admit, I hadn't put a whole lot of thought into. She own the Hunger Games a few years ago, but she wasn't one of the ones that stood out in my mind too much. I mean, sure, she was a victor from Five, which was something that we hadn't had in a long time at the time, but that was all I'd really thought of her: she was breaking the cycle of Five not having a victor. I didn't really have any other opinions.

Now that I was a victor myself, though, I was sure I'd develop some sort of opinion on each victor I met. The main ones that'd stood out to me recently before I'd met them had been Annie and Beck, since they were from my own District, as well as Ridley for being from a career District. Oh, and the two recent younger ones: Kassandra and Flynn. They'd always impressed me.

At least I paid a decent amount of attention to Lysander's Games, so if I needed to, that could be a discussion topic. I wasn't sure what it was she wanted to talk about, but while I was in Five on my victory tour, she'd asked to talk to me. It was likely to be just some sort of congratulatory thing again, I assumed, but I supposed I would never know until I was there.

It had been hard to convince the Peacekeepers to let me go off somewhere to talk with Lysander, but I was relatively persuasive, and was able to get them to agree to let me go for the time being. I just had to tell them where I was going. So, I told them where Lysander and I were meeting, and headed off.

I had to ask a few locals where to go to get to the restaurant we were meeting at, hoping that wouldn't mean that they'd follow me there, since quite a few of them were excited to see me. Eventually, though, I got to where I was meant to be, and walked through the door of the restaurant. It was definitely more of a bar and grill sort of place— nothing too fancy. I looked around for Lysander but she wasn't there yet. I supposed that made sense. I was a bit early.

Taking a seat at one of the tables' booths, I started looking over the menu while I waited for her. I told the waitress who came by that I would be paying for the food and drinks when Lysander and I were finished there. I told her not to let Lysander pay, even if she insisted. It was the least I could do to make a good impression on her.

I didn't really want to be on bad terms with any of the victors.

Ordering myself an orange soda probably seemed a little childish, but it was my favorite. I decided to wait before ordering food until Lysander got there. Hopefully whatever she wanted to talk to me about wasn't too bad.

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507 words

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"In the changing wind, it echoes deep
Wearing thin the heart beneath
There's no place to call our own
Like a drifting haze, we roam"

lyrics: "Where Do We Go From Here?" by Ruelle

orange soda & vengeance [lysander/nixie] Feb 5, 2022 19:50:08 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ on Feb 5, 2022 19:50:08 GMT -5

L Y S A N D E R.

1...2...3...4...5...

One after another, after another, after another.

So many of her tributes, all so close to a crown, to survival. But each one brought down in the very last moments, and now buried somewhere six feet under. Each year, she dared to get her hopes up, and each year they were torn apart into a million little pieces.

And each year, she found herself deeper and deeper in a bottle.

The year of the 89th, was no different than any of the other past years. Lysander told herself she would not get too attached, but then they made it to the next day, and the next. Finally, Cecily still stood with the end in sight, but was brought down in the final hours. She had held her breath the whole time, fighting against the hope that threatened to overtake her, but it still managed to creep its way in.

Of course it destroyed her.

And a part of her was still broken because of it.

Every year a piece of her was lost, and soon there would be no more pieces left to take. The newest victor, Nixie Summers, wasn't too bad. She was Beck's victor, and Lysander was happy for him, even if she was sad for herself at the same time. There was some consolation however, even if it may seem insignificant to others.

Nixie avenged Cecily.

Even if she didn't see it that way, even though she probably had no idea who Cecily was, it still restored a small piece of Lysander and she knew she somehow needed to thank her. She was never good at thank you, or pleasantries, or casual conversations.

She wasn't good with people honestly.

So Lys did what she had always seen her mother do, invite them for dinner.

Her fingers tapped nervously on the tabletop of the bar she had stepped into before meeting Nixie. She needed a little liquid courage before facing the girl. Why? She wasn't sure, but the warmth of the whiskey burning down her throat made her instantly feel better. After her second drink, her fears seemed to diminish and she crossed the street to their meeting place.

She wasn't awfully hard to find. The other patrons were trying not to gawk and stare, but subtlety did not seem to be their greatest talent. They were used to seeing her around the District, but the newest victor left them all in awe. Lysander crossed the restaurant, took a seat across from Nixie and smiled awkwardly.

"Hi, umm, Lysander," she said as way of introduction. Stupid, the girl knew who she was. So she awkwardly cleared her throat. "Congratulations," They were not the words she wanted. They were not even the words she meant. It was two simple words and she was not sure if she would ever be able to say them to the new victor.

Thank you.

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