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To Forget I'm Missing You // [Safe]
May 27, 2015 12:55:12 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on May 27, 2015 12:55:12 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
Mace sat on the floor of the living room in the Bryze's home, wondering if they should have invited Cricket. Unlike in Ten, the victor's village in Two was flush with occupied homes, many with inhabitants old enough to have grandchildren. He watched his in-laws as they orchestrated the evening and wondered, not for the first time, how they saw themselves. As grandparents? No, surely Julian's parents identified themselves as something more than mere grandparents. Victors, certainly. The most famous pair of victors? Mace dropped his gaze to his plain wedding band.
Perhaps not any more.
Certainly they were at the pinnacle of society of in Two. He still couldn't keep all the family relations and politics straight, but he had figured out on his own that Cricket wasn't in the same social circle. He hardly ever saw her, despite spending half his year in Two. It was strange, the opposite of his life in Ten. Every day the Lowe's home and his own grew closer to becoming one entity. He felt his stomach twist at the thought of Saffron and Paige and their mother, waiting for the Quell announcement. Would they watch with Reggie? Would the twist condemn her and Paige to a reaping?
That was what he feared most. Not for his daughter and son, who were climbing over Julian. Not for the masses of nameless teenagers in Ten. But that the siblings would officially be called to the podium, and he would fail Regalia, the way he had failed Elon.
The screen flickered and the living room fell to silence. Mace beckoned Juliet and Mason into his lap. He pulled two dolls free from their grasps, pantomiming a story as the President began his address. Without realizing it, he'd begun to manipulate one of the dolls to match the cadence of the President's speech. Juliet giggled. Mace exaggerated his movements, throwing back the doll's head as the announcement was read.
The dolls quieted. Mace let out his breath.
"Daddy, more," Mason demanded.
"Why don't you try?" He suggested. Juliet took over immediately. Neither noticed as Mace eased them to the floor, stood. He brushed one hand along Julian's arm. "I'll be back," he promised, lingered for a second. "It's not as bad as I expected." He kissed Julian's cheek and disappeared into the kitchen.
He thought about calling Reggie first. But what would he say? She wasn't safe, exactly, but neither was she condemned. No, he didn't know how to have that conversation. He covered the number pad with his fingers, almost beginning with six instead of ten. But it would be the same troublesome it could be worse with Calliope.
Unlike the calls with Capitolite reporters, the line crackled. Mace had the receiver practically in his mouth by the time Saffron answered. "I ain't sayin' I'm not, you know, relieved. I just... I guess I'm waiting for the stampede. What if we have more than the usual? What if we have none?"
He turned into the wall, hunching over the phone. "How're we gonna mentor no one?"
Perhaps not any more.
Certainly they were at the pinnacle of society of in Two. He still couldn't keep all the family relations and politics straight, but he had figured out on his own that Cricket wasn't in the same social circle. He hardly ever saw her, despite spending half his year in Two. It was strange, the opposite of his life in Ten. Every day the Lowe's home and his own grew closer to becoming one entity. He felt his stomach twist at the thought of Saffron and Paige and their mother, waiting for the Quell announcement. Would they watch with Reggie? Would the twist condemn her and Paige to a reaping?
That was what he feared most. Not for his daughter and son, who were climbing over Julian. Not for the masses of nameless teenagers in Ten. But that the siblings would officially be called to the podium, and he would fail Regalia, the way he had failed Elon.
The screen flickered and the living room fell to silence. Mace beckoned Juliet and Mason into his lap. He pulled two dolls free from their grasps, pantomiming a story as the President began his address. Without realizing it, he'd begun to manipulate one of the dolls to match the cadence of the President's speech. Juliet giggled. Mace exaggerated his movements, throwing back the doll's head as the announcement was read.
The dolls quieted. Mace let out his breath.
"Daddy, more," Mason demanded.
"Why don't you try?" He suggested. Juliet took over immediately. Neither noticed as Mace eased them to the floor, stood. He brushed one hand along Julian's arm. "I'll be back," he promised, lingered for a second. "It's not as bad as I expected." He kissed Julian's cheek and disappeared into the kitchen.
He thought about calling Reggie first. But what would he say? She wasn't safe, exactly, but neither was she condemned. No, he didn't know how to have that conversation. He covered the number pad with his fingers, almost beginning with six instead of ten. But it would be the same troublesome it could be worse with Calliope.
Unlike the calls with Capitolite reporters, the line crackled. Mace had the receiver practically in his mouth by the time Saffron answered. "I ain't sayin' I'm not, you know, relieved. I just... I guess I'm waiting for the stampede. What if we have more than the usual? What if we have none?"
He turned into the wall, hunching over the phone. "How're we gonna mentor no one?"
