mercy // maya/katelyn/kirito
Jun 2, 2019 15:37:54 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jun 2, 2019 15:37:54 GMT -5
She'd known this day was coming ever since she'd first risen from just another citizen to a contender to become one of the most important people in all of Panem seven years ago. One didn't run such a divisive campaign that put her at odds with her hometown hero shortly after her disappearance and then shove the whole issue under the rug in two separate campaigns without suffering consequences in one way or another, and it was only because she'd steeled herself for this very reality year after year that she hadn't broken down the second her eldest had been condemned to a fate worse than death.
This was the year that she had feared the most. The year when four of her five beloved children were to be left to the mercy of a higher power, and it seemed that her fears had been proven true. A fog clouds her vision, and yet her vision remains focused on two very familiar figures.
She knows she's running a fool's bargain, and yet at the very least, she had to know if it truly was foolish to hope.
Step, step, step, up onto the executioner's stage. A head of blonde she knows only from afar, and a head of black that she knows all too well.
"Kirito," she nods brusquely towards the man she'd worked with for the latter half of his mayorship. "Ms. Persimmon," is the greeting to the stranger. One she knows she can trust with her life, one that has no reason to even include that word in her vocabulary when it comes to her.
"You both know why I'm here," she says, skipping the formalities and going straight for the jugular. "I-" Eyes close, blinking back tears before words continue - she will not break until she is away from the public eye, will not give the satisfaction of seeing her broken to anyone. "I know that what I have done against you is unforgivable, and for what it's worth, I regret it deep in my heart to this very day."
There's no knowing what to expect from Katelyn Persimmon - whether it's forgiveness, anger, apathy, she doesn't know. She's only ever known the image of the woman, the very same one she tried to tarnish back when she thought herself above retribution. "Whatever our history is, whatever opinion you have of me-" and goddammit, it's so damn hard to stay strong.
"Please." Her voice cracks to a whisper after a few seconds of silence. "Do what you can."
"Please try and save my son."
This was the year that she had feared the most. The year when four of her five beloved children were to be left to the mercy of a higher power, and it seemed that her fears had been proven true. A fog clouds her vision, and yet her vision remains focused on two very familiar figures.
She knows she's running a fool's bargain, and yet at the very least, she had to know if it truly was foolish to hope.
Step, step, step, up onto the executioner's stage. A head of blonde she knows only from afar, and a head of black that she knows all too well.
"Kirito," she nods brusquely towards the man she'd worked with for the latter half of his mayorship. "Ms. Persimmon," is the greeting to the stranger. One she knows she can trust with her life, one that has no reason to even include that word in her vocabulary when it comes to her.
"You both know why I'm here," she says, skipping the formalities and going straight for the jugular. "I-" Eyes close, blinking back tears before words continue - she will not break until she is away from the public eye, will not give the satisfaction of seeing her broken to anyone. "I know that what I have done against you is unforgivable, and for what it's worth, I regret it deep in my heart to this very day."
There's no knowing what to expect from Katelyn Persimmon - whether it's forgiveness, anger, apathy, she doesn't know. She's only ever known the image of the woman, the very same one she tried to tarnish back when she thought herself above retribution. "Whatever our history is, whatever opinion you have of me-" and goddammit, it's so damn hard to stay strong.
"Please." Her voice cracks to a whisper after a few seconds of silence. "Do what you can."
"Please try and save my son."
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