back in my bones ; emmett & lysander blitz

The day had been long.

And Lysander had been too close to sober during training for her liking.

She managed to lay her hands on something before the work started, but halfway through two figures became one and the world around her was making too much sense. She needed to stay in her own world. A world where feelings and eminent death did not exist. It was a world of pretend.

But it was still too soon for her to give it up.

The other two didn't expect her back. After the first night of questions with no answers they gave up on knowing her whereabouts. All Patricia was concerned about was that she made it on time in the morning, and she had yet to disappoint yet.

Night time was a chance for Lysander to make up for the lack of liquor during the day, a chance to go back to her alternate reality where she was still safe and Hazel was still alive.

The alcohol burned as it traveled down her throat, but she found peace in the fire and the silence that surrounded her. Most of the tributes had gone to bed in order to get a good nights rest to try and avoid death, so she was surprised when she heard footsteps enter the dining hall.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before coming to join her. Was she intimidating? Or did his mentors tell him not to bother with the drunk. A smile played on her lips, but she held it back. Most wanted nothing to do with her, and she was surprisingly welcome to this change.

"What's a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?"

"Oh it's all about who you know."

She pressed the bottle to her lips and took a long drink, her throat in flames as she threw it back with nothing to follow it.

"Or who you flirt with."

A small laugh escaped her before she took another quick drink. Once she was finished she slid the bottle across the table towards the boy.

"Lysander."

It had been a long day, but she had a feeling he would regret this tomorrow.

"Le Roux."

The resemblance was no where to be found. Ridley's hair was dark as the night sky but his was as bright as the sun, it was almost as light as her own. If she squinted just enough she could see how they were related, but at first glance there was no way to tell. She shrugged her shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Names are overrated. No one remembers them once you die."

Maybe she was blunt. Maybe she was insensitive. Or maybe the liquor was starting to get to her head, but she didn't care. Her parents couldn't bother to even remember her sister's name when she died, why would Lysander expect a random stranger to remember hers? But maybe he would be lucky.

Maybe Emmett Le Roux would live.

"Well Lysander, what do you do for fun around here? Besides this."

The bottle comes sliding across the table and she doesn't hesitate to grab it. The cool bottle kisses her lips, but the liquid does the exact opposite. Her parents liquor cabinet had higher quality alcohol than this. She expected more from the Capitol, but so far they continue to disappoint.

"Hmm, watching everyone who thinks they're going to survive is a close second. What about you pretty boy?"

They were foolish to think they had a chance. The only ones who really did were the Careers, people like Emmett and maybe even Kenji. But people like Lysander?

They were just a pawn in their game.