Keep a Record of the Wreckage // [Killian/Kass/Katelyn]
Aug 21, 2019 20:14:17 GMT -5
Post by Gamemaker Lauren Kinkade on Aug 21, 2019 20:14:17 GMT -5
KILLIAN
The crowds had thinned, a little more quickly than used to. Yes, it had been a decade since they'd brought someone home. But after the steady stream of Victors a decade ago, it was no longer such a novelty.
He'd done his duty for the cameras. The moment Kass had been presented to the district, Killian had swept in for a hug. He'd held her closer, counting one, two, three, and only whispered, "later," lest the cameras be trained too tightly on him instead of the Victor. He smiled, answered questions about the orphanage, ducked his head when the final anthem played on the recap.
And then, twilight in such force that only the tallest trees stood in contrast against the last vestiges of sunset, he put his hand on Kass' elbow - gently, so much more gently than ever before - and asked if she could be spared for some late dinner.
A Peacekeeper followed them.
Until the right person intercepted the Peacekeeper, complaining about a burglary that never happened. Killian drew Kass close, ducking into an alleyway and into an unassuming, familiar bar. He descended, holding her hand, pushing the open the heavy door into a cloud of dust -
And presented her to someone she already knew: Katelyn Persimmon.
"This seemed safer," he said by way of explanation. "There's no cameras here. No prying eyes. No gossip mongers." His gaze flicked to Katelyn, a question therein. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked, steeling himself. She was only fourteen. He hoped. But if she asked for something adult - something astringent and full of forgetting - he'd get it for her.
He'd done his duty for the cameras. The moment Kass had been presented to the district, Killian had swept in for a hug. He'd held her closer, counting one, two, three, and only whispered, "later," lest the cameras be trained too tightly on him instead of the Victor. He smiled, answered questions about the orphanage, ducked his head when the final anthem played on the recap.
And then, twilight in such force that only the tallest trees stood in contrast against the last vestiges of sunset, he put his hand on Kass' elbow - gently, so much more gently than ever before - and asked if she could be spared for some late dinner.
A Peacekeeper followed them.
Until the right person intercepted the Peacekeeper, complaining about a burglary that never happened. Killian drew Kass close, ducking into an alleyway and into an unassuming, familiar bar. He descended, holding her hand, pushing the open the heavy door into a cloud of dust -
And presented her to someone she already knew: Katelyn Persimmon.
"This seemed safer," he said by way of explanation. "There's no cameras here. No prying eyes. No gossip mongers." His gaze flicked to Katelyn, a question therein. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked, steeling himself. She was only fourteen. He hoped. But if she asked for something adult - something astringent and full of forgetting - he'd get it for her.
title lyrics by Halsey "Nightmare"
