Forever Could Be Severed By // [Opal/Mace]
Aug 3, 2014 18:05:04 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Aug 3, 2014 18:05:04 GMT -5
a note from the desk of
Mace Emberstatt
when you never thought that it could ever get this tough,of District Ten
that's when you feel my kind of love
As the days dwindled, Mace's world filled with screens. It wasn't just the large projection in the living room between his quarters and Saffron's. It wasn't just the mirror in the bathroom, which was littered with bath toys and baby-safe shampoo. It was just in the dining hall where he ate, or the weapons room where he sparred with Julian. The 67th Games spread like a virus, lighting up the walls and ceilings. Any surface was fair game for coverage, and it seemed that every last fucking citizen had an opinion.
He twisted his wedding band - new and tight around his finger - as he stalked into the District One quarters. It didn't take him long to figure out that he was looking for wasn't there. It made sense. Every reporter in the Capitol - hell, any citizen looking to make money on the first photograph, the first interview - would be looking for her. He grumbled at one of the avoxes, "do not tell anyone where she is," and then threw himself at the mercy of the labyrinth. The flickering of Siren's flaming throwing axes tanned his face as he circled through the Training Center. It took him an hour - an hour beyond the death of Potato Earnest - to find her.
He wasn't surprised. His search had taken so long, but of course she'd found the only place in the entire city that it was quiet. Mace tucked both hands behind his back, suddenly ashamed of his good fortune. And as always, he didn't know where to begin. He didn't want to fill his mouth with rumors and speculation. But then, he wouldn't even have sought her out, if not for babbling mouths. "I came to pay my respects, Mrs. Earnest. It ain't fair what you been through, these last few years."
To lose a brother, Mace knew something about that. But to lose someone you loved - someone you planned to love forever? That he could not fathom. His vows were still raw in his throat, filling him with warmth and security. Opal was his mirror, the path not taken, the path very narrowly avoided. He choked on the words, even as he asked, "what can I do to help?"
Because he knew it was worthless. They were just words. There was nothing in the world that could help Opal Earnest now.
He twisted his wedding band - new and tight around his finger - as he stalked into the District One quarters. It didn't take him long to figure out that he was looking for wasn't there. It made sense. Every reporter in the Capitol - hell, any citizen looking to make money on the first photograph, the first interview - would be looking for her. He grumbled at one of the avoxes, "do not tell anyone where she is," and then threw himself at the mercy of the labyrinth. The flickering of Siren's flaming throwing axes tanned his face as he circled through the Training Center. It took him an hour - an hour beyond the death of Potato Earnest - to find her.
He wasn't surprised. His search had taken so long, but of course she'd found the only place in the entire city that it was quiet. Mace tucked both hands behind his back, suddenly ashamed of his good fortune. And as always, he didn't know where to begin. He didn't want to fill his mouth with rumors and speculation. But then, he wouldn't even have sought her out, if not for babbling mouths. "I came to pay my respects, Mrs. Earnest. It ain't fair what you been through, these last few years."
To lose a brother, Mace knew something about that. But to lose someone you loved - someone you planned to love forever? That he could not fathom. His vows were still raw in his throat, filling him with warmth and security. Opal was his mirror, the path not taken, the path very narrowly avoided. He choked on the words, even as he asked, "what can I do to help?"
Because he knew it was worthless. They were just words. There was nothing in the world that could help Opal Earnest now.