We are // Aya
Oct 3, 2016 16:15:20 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 3, 2016 16:15:20 GMT -5
KATELYN PERSIMMON
Katelyn had thought district eleven’s reaping was bad enough. She was wrong. A Lowe? An Antoinette? A Fray? The Capitol just wasn’t happy unless it was screwing a couple victors over. There was a Mortuus in district twelve as well, and that worried her. The last one had been out of her mind. Hopefully this one wasn’t, but all that coal dust in the air couldn’t be healthy for anyone’s mental development. But that was beside the point. Celia had been the one that had desecrated Carrita’s body. Hyacinth wasn’t her problem.
Not yet anyway. There were other people to be concerned about.
They’d barely been in the Capitol for a day, and she was already avoiding Kirito and Harbinger like the plague. The more time she spent around them, the quicker she might crack, slip up and say something about how guilty she felt. She couldn’t do that to them. Let them know that she’d done the Tinselton’s show with the promise that their families would be safe. At best, they’d be stunned, and at the worst they’d be horrified. She could feel Kirito’s gaze judging her already. As for her other friends, Mace would just give her that apologetic stare and say a few words, and Opal…
No, no, her best friend didn’t need to know what a heartless bitch she was becoming.
Fuck it. There was only one other person who had been in the same situation as her. She grabbed a bottle of wine off of the bar and headed for the elevator.
It was a slow climb, and it gave her a couple moments to think, even though she didn’t want to. Desi and Drake. They were screwed. Screwed. Unless by some miracle, one of them made it home. But she was beginning to think that three miracles were all that district eleven was allowed for the foreseeable future. Katelyn’s heart pounded in her chest. It could have been Laia. Cho. Drogon. It probably would have been one of them if she hadn’t danced like a marionette for the Capitol’s entertainment.
Katelyn bit down on a knuckle until she drew blood.
She was knocking on his door before she knew it. When it opened, she stumbled over her words.
“Uh…hey. Do you mind if I visit for a bit?” Much to her relief, he was okay with it, and she went inside with a sigh. “I brought a present. I don’t know if you still…” she shrugged and set the bottle down on the mantle, falling into the couch and fidgeting. She could still remember their last talk, and she very much needed to get some things off of her chest.
If he was willing to listen. He probably had more important things to do than to listen to her bitch. “I-“ she started hesitantly. “I was just thinking about the talks we had last year and…and…” She groaned and shook her head. This was difficult. It was difficult but she didn’t know who else might understand exactly.
“Look, I’m sorry about this, if you want me to leave I…” her hands opened and closed in distress as he glanced at the door. Now or never, she told herself. Twelve was the only other district with three victors, also in a short span of time. Arbor was the only one who’d ever been in her shoes, succeeding when he hadn’t been supposed to, instead of waiting a decade for it to pay off. They had talked before. Infrequently, perhaps, but always with meaning. He’d warned her about this when Harbinger had been close to winning. On days like this, the bad days, she couldn’t help but remember it all.
“Was it hard?” she blurted, wringing her hands together and looking the older victor in the eyes. “Trying to keep it together for…for Aranica and Heron? Even when you might not have been able to keep yourself together? Knowing you were sending kids to their deaths, trading their lives for…” she trailed off, looking dejectedly at the floor.
When she looked back up, her eyes were watering.
“Mr.Halt…Arbor?” she said heavily.
“I think…I think I did a bad thing and I don’t know who else to tell.”
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