a little loss of innocence [ teddy ]

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a little loss of innocence [ teddy ] Apr 18, 2020 21:07:11 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on Apr 18, 2020 21:07:11 GMT -5

It's the screen that catches her eye first. Dense green trees towering above tributes. It sends a chill through her, makes her stop in her tracks and double-take through the glass, makes her feel small. Alone.

Then she sees the curly hair atop a skull that could only be Teddy's and she sighs, resting her forehead on the cool glass. Not alone. Not alone.

Her time allowed to mourn her tributes had passed as quickly as it had arrived. She'd always been selfish about keeping her distance - too selfish most years - but Amberly had stung. Another girl, another fighter, another so ready to protect her friends. So much like the girl she'd left in the arena and so much like the girl that stood behind Teddy now - it was another little death, watching them fall.

She wasn't alone in her mourning. She had Mace. Always had, always would. But Teddy, Teddy carried the weight of Six on his own two shoulders. He was brilliant at it, there was no denying that. All heart and smiles and the Capitol loved him. But Saffron didn't give a shit about magazine ratings or friendliness - she gave a shit about Teddy.

"How you holding up, friend?" she asks quietly, joining him on the sofa in front of the screen. Little Walter Blake and his weapon too big for him, a tribute who did not speak. Another reminder. Another, another, another.

But this wasn't about Saffron's hurt. It was about Teddy's.

She rests a gentle hand on his as Walter bids his ally farewell into the night.

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a little loss of innocence [ teddy ] Apr 23, 2020 14:03:08 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Apr 23, 2020 14:03:08 GMT -5

Walter Blake reminds him too much of himself.

Heart along his sleeve, weapon too big in his grasp, eyes forever scarred by the blood left behind. Teddy had been watching all day since Walter Blake had cut into Eloise. The announcers own gasps as Walter begins to lose a hand and a foot, Teddy's heart in his throat as he doesn't even glance back, standing up and pushing past the doors of six. The choking feeling of unbearable heat and unbalanced ground filling him again. The memories of missteps and koalas hanging from his limbs filling his vision once more as he pushes out of the sixth floor and to somewhere else, anywhere else.

Ten. That's where he ends up. The hair was the same, Saffron looked so much like Emberly at times and yet so far from her. Part of himself knew if Emberly were here, she'd look like Saffron as she aged. Warm, motherly, and still carrying a strength he'll never have. Jaw held taut as he holds himself together in Ten's space along a couch where the screen plays. Saffron is the one to ask him the question.

"How you holding up, friend?"

Teddy Ursa knew she was hurt too. All of them still ache with that same determination to bring them home. None of them wanted to come home with two body bags. Amberly would have hurt Saffron, Teddy knew this and yet, he still lingers in Saffron Lowe's space, looking for comfort because he almost drank a whole bottle of wine by himself and he doesn't want to go back to those days where Theodore lays heavy upon is tongue.

"I won't lie. I'm stressed. Worried. H-He's just so young, Saff."

Just like Saffron had been. Just like Aranica had been.

Age didn't matter when it came to the games.

Blood did.

"I-I'm so close to bringing one home."

And that's what makes it worse.

He's so close, but deep down, Teddy knew what happens to Six.

Victors do not come from Six.

Hope was hard to hold onto.

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a little loss of innocence [ teddy ] Apr 25, 2020 6:10:14 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on Apr 25, 2020 6:10:14 GMT -5

When Teddy's voice cracks around his words her chest shatters - and in a blink of an eye she puts every last piece back together.

She knows what he's saying. She knows it better than anyone, save for perhaps Aranica - or even Kassandra. Saffron is glad he said it and not she, for she cannot speak about it without breaking down. What the arena did to her. What the Capitol did to her afterwards. What years and years and years and years of agony she had to suffer through had done to her, Mace, their daughter. She's better now. So much better. But it will never go away, the feeling of being ripped apart by time. She will forever be that little girl, in one way or another.

So young.

Just so young.

She had felt his other agony when Teddy plunged a spear into Emberly's chest and she had screamed until her throat gave out. When she had thrown her fist into his face once, twice, when Clementa had done the same to her, when she broke down on Teddy's doorstep and Clementa had volunteered.

"Oh Teddy,"

Those same hands that once held only hurt now reach out and take his own. He was her friend, her dear friend that had killed her own family - and yet here they were, bound in their grief. Because Ewe Saw had sliced her throat open and she had cracked open his skull and in the end she was the one that held on long enough to hold Eye's hand and learn what it took to forgive.

"No matter what happens," she says quietly, glancing at the boy on the screen who traipses through the jungle, "we will be here."

Saffron, and Mace, and Annie, and Stella, and Mackenzie, and Nico - they would be there for him, and the boy too, should he live to see another day.

"I can promise you that. Wish it was more, but it's all I've got I'm afraid."