third bespoke / inga + maryn
Feb 7, 2024 22:57:29 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Feb 7, 2024 22:57:29 GMT -5
The Vanas tradition is dictated by survival. Willem, softest of their souls, seems to have been the odd anomaly. He always did, in retrospect.
Inga knows that he probably wouldn't have survived his trial, even if he had lived long enough to face it. At least his body went to the water in the end, with the gulls, with the ash, with Inta.
For days already, Inga has been trying to get Storm Adroxis on his own, just for a little chat, just to hear from the Kid Wonder himself if he felt anything at all when he skewered her cousin - after Willem had already put his sword down.
But she hasn't even seen the victor from Nine. She hasn't heard a peep and she doesn't know if that's better or worse.
It's late when she leaves her pacing pattern between the ninth and eighth floors to go burn her energy down in the training room. It's even later when she eventually leaves, dead tired from running drill after drill after drill. She slips into the elevator with a towel around her neck and her arms sore.
Perfect little overachiever, always paying for it; she hits the button for the fourth floor and presses her shoulders against the cold metal comfort of the wall, blinking up at the lights as the doors close.
Or, attempt to close.
A perfectly manicured hand stops them. It's Maryn Hale herself who steps inside as the box chimes and the lights flicker ominously.
Inga rights herself, standing up straight again.
Just a year after the 90th, Inga wonders if, when the mantle transferred over, Maryn handed out any advice to the Gamemakers of the 91st on how best to kill her family.
"Gamemaker Hale." She acknowledges, and it's only a touch north of uncomfortable. She doesn't throw herself out of the way way or cower in the corner of the elevator like some of the other tributes might have. She even meets Maryn's gaze.
Inga's a career, and more than that - she's a career from an important, prolific family. She knows how to use politeness as the most dextrous sort of tool.