welcome { h o m e } // luci
Aug 22, 2013 19:42:44 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Aug 22, 2013 19:42:44 GMT -5
[th][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://s24.postimg.org/co83x2yf9/Welcome_Home_Table_Background_2.png); border-right:0px solid 44355B; border-left:0px solid 44355B; border-top:0px solid 44355B; border-bottom:0px solid 44355B;]born seventeen years ago. My mama and daddy weren’t |
When I reenter the world, fresh and new and freed from my burdens, I have wings the color of snow. The wind beneath them carries me over distant seas, whispering through my feathers and lifting me higher, higher, until I can swoop just beneath the stars. I drift over turquoise waters and frigid ice until finally I reach land, great forests that gradually turn into the districts of Panem. No one sees me when I dip down just over their heads, whizzing past. I see the farms of Ten, the weavers in Eight, and the ships alongside Four before I finally reach my destination - District Three.
There’s a boy there, one whose face is known by all of Panem, and he’s smiling at someone. I slow down until I’m hovering just over his shoulder, peering down curiously. A little girl, still young enough to be clumsy on her feet, toddles before him. Somehow, without needing to be told, I know that this is the daughter of the girl whose life I saved. I drift around the boy and lower myself to the ground a little ways away, legs folding neatly beneath me, watching them with a small smile on my face. The sun is just starting to dip down beneath the horizon, casting a golden glow over the scene, making it feel all the more peaceful. I won’t stay long. I can’t. There are others I need to see, greater skies that I must explore. I’m not home. Not yet.
Just before I leave, though, I notice something that makes my smile grow wide.
She has baby hands.
Peel the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
((OOC: Eeee, this was so much fun! Writing Luci as a tribute and seeing her progress through the Games was a wonderful experience, but honestly, I couldn’t have had it if it weren’t for a lot of people. I’d like to thank all of the tribute owners, whether you threaded with Luci or not, for a wonderful Games. I’d also specifically like to thank Clover, Rosie, and Green - my allies <3 Another huge thank you goes to Tristen, who trib-sitted for me while I was away for two weeks on vacation. Finally, one to Aya, for being an incredible GM, and one to Penny for making this beautiful table. Good luck to the remaining tributes! <333 Also, the lyrics used in this are from the song Welcome Home, by Radical Face.))
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