we've got bad blood { opal + peri }

Now, if she had to count the days on her fingers since she had last seen Peri she would run out. Not even the amount of months that had gone by could be covered by both her fingers and toes. But when reality had set in she hadn't contacted either one of her mentors, she wouldn't even call them a mentor. If she was being truthful she didn't really care for either of them at all. She doubted they felt anything for her as well, all three of the victors from district one had long since forgotten how to do their job. The tributes of the district rarely saw a glimpse of their mentors anymore. She felt no guilt in these actions, but after having been yelled at enough by the escorts she was beginning to grow ever more tired of their persistence, leading to her current situation. If she had to suffer through watching to bumbling fools get themselves killed she would certainly not be doing it alone.

Her opinion of him was low, his room smelled disgusting, he looked unkept and dirty. Screwing up her nose she watched as he flailed, before somehow managing to sit upright in his filthy bed. There were clothes scattered everywhere, rubbish on the ground, and dirt smeared into the carpet. She'd never understand how someone could live in such a mess. It seemed as though Peri had lost any real will to properly care for himself, evident by the smell in the air.

"I know that Eden isn’t that young, where the hell did you steal that thing from, and why is it in my room?”

She scowled, tone icy as she responded, "he's my son you dick. Now get up." She quickly looked at Ky, but the young child was staring at the half naked man, eyes wide. Honestly, she hadn't expected much from Peri, but Ky was two years old, was Peri so oblivious to the world that he hadn't even realised that Opal had given birth? That she had been pregnant? She stopped herself. No, he wouldn't even have given a fuck about half the things she'd gone through with Potato. He probably didn't even know that she was married and that her husband had been reaped and that he was dead. He didn't need to know shit.

"We're going down to the training centre, so get dressed."

Her first assumption had been spot on. It was like Peri had simply stopped existing in the six years that had passed since her victory. Just like Topaz they'd both disappeared off the face of the Earth because low and behold there was a new victor. They'd left it all up to her which had been a terrible mistake on their behalf. Sometimes she wished their district had functioned somewhat like Mace's where Saffron and Mace worked together to try and get their tributes through the games. Maybe if the three veterans had of tried that at least once they wouldn't be going six years without a victor. But then, even as she thought of that she didn't care. She didn't want some other kid to go through a fraction of what she'd been through.

Being a victor was harder then dying in that arena. She'd suffered more then she had in those stupid games. A fraction of the pain she had felt when she'd had to watch Potato be reaped, then killed in front of her eyes was nothing in comparison to losing her leg. She brushed off any small feelings of surprise she had lingering in her head. Of course Peri had no idea, she was just so used to everyone thinking they knew, or they understood that it was so rare to find someone who essentially had no clue who she was anymore. Peri didn't even know her entire name. Ignoring his questions about Ky, she shuffled around the edge of the bed as he drew out a cigarette and lit it up.

She watched with growing agitation as he took a long draw before speaking. Then after he had finished she stepped forwards, roughly snagging the cigarette from between his fingers, and the box in his hands. She chucked them both on the ground before stamping a foot on top of them. "You can do that later. Not when I'm in the room." Maybe he'd notice, if he actually looked, that unlike him, after everything she'd been through she'd come out a little less broken. Where he was weak she'd built her body up. Her body was iron, muscle covered her arms, she was toned and strong and healthy. He might not have any reason to live, but she did.

"I don't think those are the names, but that's probably a better guess then what I could give you." She responded. She hadn't really bothered to search up their names yet, or, for that matter, talk to their tributes. The days that had passed had been filled with lurking and trying not to interact with people. "Just get up, Peri. Eat some food, drink some water." She turned, moving to the door. "Maybe we should find out what their names are." Ky grabbed her shirt, throwing an arm into the air, towards Peri, Opal smiled gently at the child, before looking once more at Peri. "I'll meet you at the dining table."