Neutiquam Erro [Satty/Bette]
Feb 11, 2019 1:22:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 1:22:47 GMT -5
- Saturn RhoDon -
I am starting to see stars and moons
(it's an awful sham, but I follow suit)
This is how it ends, a courageous boom
(it's an awful sham, but I follow suit)
This is how it ends, a courageous boom
He wonders if in the annals of the hunger games, he’ll be forgotten.
He has watched each games since he could remember – Argonite being the first to light up the screen (he’d cried when he watched him fall), to Justice, the most recent victor in memory (one of the first boys he’d ever fancied) – but so many had come and gone over the years, Saturn couldn’t name them all. It was just as well, he supposed, to not be weighed down by all of their deaths. The district one male tribute had been a disappointment for seven years running, falling before the final eight in the last five (god – was that how they would measure his life, by how quickly he died?).
There is comfort in family. His sisters, who’ll remember his name. His brother, who’s always seen him as some sort of deity (more because of the eight years between the two of them, though his father’s penchant for naming them after Roman gods added to the allure). What difference would being a footnote make, next to wearing a crown? There had been a good men who’d perished long before the dark days, and there would be a good many after.
A knock comes to the door and he stands from the black leather armchair, because he has been taught proper manners, and waits.
He is not expecting Bette to come through the heavy oak door, or for her to walk so slowly into the room. He ponders if the step of her gait is a function of what happened, or to impose a more forceful figure. The steps across the hardwood floor give him time inside his own head, to listen to his heart thump through his ears. Somehow this felt important (shouldn’t every second of his life now feel important?).
"We don’t have much time."
Well, no shit. The words curdle. She got to come back, and he was going to go through hell with no do overs.
"What do you need to know?"
He thinks that there are others to fill his head with thoughts on training, alliances, and all the boring logistics of winning the hunger games. And truthfully, for as much faith as he had in himself, he figured he was just going to have to wing whatever challenges fell to his feet. He couldn’t possibly do much worse than his fellow district one males had been doing (and perhaps people would remember his name if he happened to die first).
But he stomped out the tacit teenage rebellion and tilted his head.
“When you died,” He starts, his words clear and crisp, “Did you see anything afterward? Or was it just black and nothing?”
*Star & Moons, Dizzy
