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Mine! Mine! Mine! //[Mace/Percy Blitz]
Jun 9, 2016 23:28:19 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 9, 2016 23:28:19 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 was having trouble staying in the present. Whenever he sat down, his mind wandered to the past with Julian, to the future with Saffron. He knew he existed somewhere between the two, but he couldn’t quite place himself. And rather than walk the path to discovery, he kept wandering away, because he really ought to be thinking about Bailey and Kizzy. That’s why he was in the Training Center. Not to see the entire flock of his offspring, not to trade tense remarks with Julian, not even to court Saffron.
He was here to mentor, and he was doing his usual shit job at it.
The second night in the Capitol he went down to the main dining hall, rather than hiding in the Ten apartments. His children were still at the crèche – well, the younger ones, anyhow. He wasn’t entirely sure how Kieran occupied himself while they were in the Capitol. That he was nearing the same age as some of the tributes should have worried Mace more than it did. If anything, he hoped Kieran would befriend some of them, so that he might better understand what kept Mace up at night.
This year, there were some very young tributes indeed. He hadn’t meant to track Percy Delacroix, but almost as soon as he sat down with his plate of roasted chicken and vegetables, he couldn’t help it. She was tiny but it was clear after a moment of observation that she was not fragile.
When she got up, he shadowed her. Luckily she was headed for the dessert table. He couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t sound completely insane. Hey, have you met my son? He’s about your age. That worked on five year olds, not teenagers. He picked up a plate, taking up a spot behind her in the queue. Once he got as far as opening his mouth, but nothing came out.
Until she reached for the last slice of decadent chocolate cake.
Mace Emberstatt, the victor – not the father – cleared his throat. “I believe they were saving that for me.”
He was here to mentor, and he was doing his usual shit job at it.
The second night in the Capitol he went down to the main dining hall, rather than hiding in the Ten apartments. His children were still at the crèche – well, the younger ones, anyhow. He wasn’t entirely sure how Kieran occupied himself while they were in the Capitol. That he was nearing the same age as some of the tributes should have worried Mace more than it did. If anything, he hoped Kieran would befriend some of them, so that he might better understand what kept Mace up at night.
This year, there were some very young tributes indeed. He hadn’t meant to track Percy Delacroix, but almost as soon as he sat down with his plate of roasted chicken and vegetables, he couldn’t help it. She was tiny but it was clear after a moment of observation that she was not fragile.
When she got up, he shadowed her. Luckily she was headed for the dessert table. He couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t sound completely insane. Hey, have you met my son? He’s about your age. That worked on five year olds, not teenagers. He picked up a plate, taking up a spot behind her in the queue. Once he got as far as opening his mouth, but nothing came out.
Until she reached for the last slice of decadent chocolate cake.
Mace Emberstatt, the victor – not the father – cleared his throat. “I believe they were saving that for me.”
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