Oh, take me back to the night we met // [Mace/Temple/Enzo]
Jan 1, 2019 17:04:10 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jan 1, 2019 17:04:10 GMT -5
It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
You, it's you and me.
He watched the sun hiccup, spin, and set in a matter of minutes. He'd known, of course, that the Gamemakers manipulated many things about the arena, but he had never considered time to be one of them. To add to his confusion, the anthem had nothing to do with the final Games day, but with the entirety of the Quell, starting with Faux Rhodes. He felt a moment's pain for Harbinger, and then the face melted away, to be replaced by another death.
He held Coralee a little more tightly on the couch in the District Ten apartments, bracing as best he could against the inevitable. First Enzo and then Temple, immortalized in death. This time it was not tears that bubbled but righteous anger. Why subject everyone to the cruel reminder of what had already passed?
But then the President began to speak, and Mace's hands went slowly numb.
He didn't sleep that night. He didn't think any of the victors did.
The next day he dressed quickly, obediently. He didn't care what the Stylists and the Capitol wanted today. They could have it, if just for this one gift. He paced the apartment while Anatalia was presented to the citizenry, and then came to stand directly in front of the elevator. He'd asked his children to wait in their rooms, until he was really sure. He didn't know how he would explain it if this was an elaborate lie, but he'd think of something - but no, it couldn't be, not now, a whole day after the news had spread. It had to be real.
But he didn't actually believe it until the elevator doors parted, the Peacekeepers stepped aside, and Enzo and Temple returned to him.
He grabbed Enzo first, pulling him into his chest, and then when his knees collapsed, onto the marble floor. He freed one arm to wrap it around Temple's waist and made no attempt to conceal his tears. "I ain't ever gonna understand," he said, drawing his face up to look at Temple. "But you're here an' that's all that matters to me."And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh
running up that hill
-placebo-[dars]
(thread title from "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron)