a collection of what ifs // [Geebs Victor AUs]
Oct 14, 2016 21:06:35 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Oct 14, 2016 21:06:35 GMT -5
Jeff Ryder
He sits on the porch of his Victor home, feeling too small inside the large ornate rooms. A cup of coffee sits in his hands getting cold as the wind blows against his thick canvas jacket. Justice Fray has moved in across the way from him. Ryder doesn't visit. He sits with his coffee on his porch, his boots up against the railing and tries to feel as cold as he did in that Arena.
He thinks of them. He sees them in snow banks and in kitchen knives. Of Levi who fell to soon, whose body never made it further than the cornucopia.
He thinks of Daphne. Riot was her name and how true it was. Big frame and big words. She seemed so much stronger than he was.
He mindlessly takes a sip of his coffee and finds it way too bitter but doesn't move to get sweetener. Jeff stays away from his house as much as possible. It doesn't feel deserved. It's too big, like it should be filled with all the children who fell.
Ryder thinks of his district partner, Quartz. She had one of those wealthy merchant names.
The Victor has shaved off all his red curls. He keeps his head bare but a auburn beard has formed on his jaw. He looks different now, so unlike the little boy in the films and on the posters. He likes it that way, it keeps those memories in the past at least for a little while.
He scratches at his wrist, pulling back his sleeve and staring at the tiny little J tattooed there. The lady who had inked him thought it was for Jeff. He hated his first name, he would have never honored it. No, it was for Jordan.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he thinks of the slight boy from Ten. He yanks his sleeve down and sips his coffee again. Still bitter.
The other Victors cross the small park between their mansions, going about their business. There were so many victors for District One that Ryder didn't mind ignoring his duties as one.
He looked down into the coffee, the cup no longer warm in his chilled hands.
I wish I was back there he thought to himself, to scared to let the secret into the open. In the house were Capitol microphones picked up his every word.
I wish...
He sips his coffee. It still tastes like shit.