My Fearless Fighter [Romry]
Aug 17, 2012 14:07:21 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Aug 17, 2012 14:07:21 GMT -5
Does, Says, Thinks
He walked through the Olympic village, a smile on his face. It was a little crooked, giving him a slightly distant and dreamy appearance as he wandered the streets. He was remembering how Emery had looked as she had flown through the air from her vault, twisting and turning to perform a wonderful leap off of the horse and, although she hadn't been flawless, she had been amazing to watch. Whether she had gotten first or last, he didn't care. She had just done her best, and the seven on the vault had proved it, but even more so the nine on the beam. He had known that she had great balance, but that had simply driven the point home.
Continuing to walk, not really thinking about his destination and yet selecting one nonetheless, he remembered her floor routine and performance on the uneven bars. They were not the greatest, and they hadn't gotten the most amazing scores, but it didn't matter to him. Instead, he shoved those from his mind and replayed her balance beam routine over in his mind. When he had remembered her flawless dismount, the perfect stuck landing and the excitement in her eyes, he snapped out of his daze. It was then he realized what destination he had selected subconsciously. He stood before the District one tower, gazing up to the floor where he knew Emery's room was.
Going up to the entrance, he pushed the door open. Since he was from District one, and had already established his lodging, he went unchallenged as he entered the elevator. Pressing the button that would take him to the proper floor, he marveled once again at the elevator. It was rare to find something like this in a District, the only place he knew there were any was the Capitol, and he was glad he was able to use it. His floor was near the top, and it would have been a pain to carry all of his luggage up that many flights of stairs. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, it was that he wouldn't want to. Sore muscles were something that would make the competitions difficult.
As the ding signified he had reached the allotted floor, the doors slid open to reveal the landing. Stepping out of the elevator, he turned to watch as the doors closed before trying to remember which room Emery was in. He made his way down the long hallway, searching for the door which Emery resided behind. It took him a few minutes, accidentally walking past the door a couple times, but he eventually found it. Standing, somewhat awkwardly, in front of it, he raised his hand to knock. Rapping twice on the door, he waited for it to open, sheepishly announcing, "Emery, it's me." What a useless statement, but he was sure she would figure it out.
Waiting for her to open the door, he turned over the small object he held, keeping his hand in the pocket of his jacket to hide what exactly it was. As his gift to her, just for being her, he supposed, he wanted to keep it hidden until he gave it to her. All the same, feeling the tiny carving in his hand was slightly comforting, and the silk ribbon that was attached to it soothed his awkwardness, a little bit. I hope it wont seem tacky, he thought. Then he shook his head, no, scratch that. I just hope she likes it.
Tags: Cici | Words: 578
Other: Ooh, a gift.A last minute idea, but doesn't matter.
Other: Ooh, a gift.
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