the last great dynasties ii — 「eurydice &. cathy」
Sept 2, 2022 4:09:42 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Sept 2, 2022 4:09:42 GMT -5
She never had any other choice.
There is a truth to how it is called a pride of lion. They are proud, arrogance translated as flesh and bone, conceited and well aware of it. Eurydice knows her own pride has little bounds. In fact, she herself has begun to somewhat relish in that knowledge.
What Eden Le Roux did in the last reaping hurt her pride. Hell, it threatened it to an extent where it could have shattered and broken, straight to downright irrevocable. Her golden pride, like the majestic figurehead of an even more majestic ship, bent and cracked, showing fissures for the first time ever, and that –
That gnawed at her. Ate at her heart, even after she’s thrown Eden in chains and then amassed her defenses around herself like the most formidable iron maiden to ever exist.
For the first time, there was a vulnerability in her that she couldn’t hide or deny. Eden had shown it. The way she rushed across the stage, the way she threw herself in front of Cathy – that was her weakness baring itself as clear as a bleeding wound to the district, to the Capitol, to the entire world.
Now they knew she could be hurt.
And they would do everything for it to happen again.
But it is only a fool who would corner a lioness out to protect her young. Even at her most deranged and irate, Eurydice gathers her own wits about her and lets the fire in her burn towards a searing clarity. The flames scorch all else, leaving only a plan that smothers and crackles: a plan she knew would safeguard her young, or what remains of it. It’s been a year since Tatton last returned home. Harper’s away in the Capitol, surrounded by lights, and Aurora has been spending most of their time at boarding school.
Cathy is her last legacy, the one she must protect. She has to make sure that no one can put her in harm’s way, ever again.
So she does what she has to.
Eurydice makes the preparations first.
A special academy, sequestered under the shadow of district two’s mountain, and an array of tutors to train Cathy in regards to everything: combat, academia, and the arts. She pulls her golden strings for the travel permits, makes sure every hand is paid well to guarantee a smooth and safe travel, and she does not tell Cathy about any of it.
But the time must come, and she has to say her goodbyes.
She should be used to these farewells by now, after Emmett, after Silk, after Emerson, but this one hurts her keenly in a delicate place.
This one feels cruel by her own design and intent.
“Catherine,” she says, the words carrying across in a home that is the emptiest it has ever been, “pack your things. You leave for District Two at first light.”
There is a truth to how it is called a pride of lion. They are proud, arrogance translated as flesh and bone, conceited and well aware of it. Eurydice knows her own pride has little bounds. In fact, she herself has begun to somewhat relish in that knowledge.
What Eden Le Roux did in the last reaping hurt her pride. Hell, it threatened it to an extent where it could have shattered and broken, straight to downright irrevocable. Her golden pride, like the majestic figurehead of an even more majestic ship, bent and cracked, showing fissures for the first time ever, and that –
That gnawed at her. Ate at her heart, even after she’s thrown Eden in chains and then amassed her defenses around herself like the most formidable iron maiden to ever exist.
For the first time, there was a vulnerability in her that she couldn’t hide or deny. Eden had shown it. The way she rushed across the stage, the way she threw herself in front of Cathy – that was her weakness baring itself as clear as a bleeding wound to the district, to the Capitol, to the entire world.
Now they knew she could be hurt.
And they would do everything for it to happen again.
But it is only a fool who would corner a lioness out to protect her young. Even at her most deranged and irate, Eurydice gathers her own wits about her and lets the fire in her burn towards a searing clarity. The flames scorch all else, leaving only a plan that smothers and crackles: a plan she knew would safeguard her young, or what remains of it. It’s been a year since Tatton last returned home. Harper’s away in the Capitol, surrounded by lights, and Aurora has been spending most of their time at boarding school.
Cathy is her last legacy, the one she must protect. She has to make sure that no one can put her in harm’s way, ever again.
So she does what she has to.
Eurydice makes the preparations first.
A special academy, sequestered under the shadow of district two’s mountain, and an array of tutors to train Cathy in regards to everything: combat, academia, and the arts. She pulls her golden strings for the travel permits, makes sure every hand is paid well to guarantee a smooth and safe travel, and she does not tell Cathy about any of it.
But the time must come, and she has to say her goodbyes.
She should be used to these farewells by now, after Emmett, after Silk, after Emerson, but this one hurts her keenly in a delicate place.
This one feels cruel by her own design and intent.
“Catherine,” she says, the words carrying across in a home that is the emptiest it has ever been, “pack your things. You leave for District Two at first light.”
