if i could tell her; kopal
Jun 9, 2020 1:36:56 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jun 9, 2020 1:36:56 GMT -5
k a t e l y n .
There's nothing like your smile
Sort of subtle and perfect and real
Katelyn wasn’t sure how long she’d been staring at the ceiling, because she didn’t really want to get up. To feel like this—it was a feeling she never wanted to end. Everything about Opal; to be loved like this. To be known like this. To be given and to give like this. She nudged the head that was resting on her chest off and onto a pillow with a tired smile. Opal looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. And then she got up slowly with a yawn.
She was exhausted, but it was a good exhaustion. Exhilarating in a way. The room was a disaster. The two of them had been—enthusiastic, as evidenced by the clothing that was strewn about. Years in the making, she supposed. It was clumsy at first, but she’d been confident that she could figure things out, and she had—with Opal’s help.
The digital clock face stared at her from her nightstand and she swung her legs out of bed. Six am. Enough time to make breakfast for everyone and still get back here before the day really got started. Katelyn took a quick shower and threw on a robe, heading to the kitchen and the meal she’d prepped the previous night before leaving for the club. With three other victors and two tributes to think about, the meal plans had been getting bigger; and while they could always order something from the kitchen downstairs, room service delivered by an avox or two, cooking breakfast was something she had difficulty turning off.
Making food had long been the best way she knew how to show she cared.
In any case the buttermilk pancake batter was ready, the whipped cream had set, and the strawberries were pre-sliced. It was a large batch, enough for everyone on the floor to have three; but this time, they could assemble the toppings themselves. She’d taken out blueberries and chocolate chips too, wanting everyone to have things to choose from. The bacon fried quickly, the only issue was the eggs. She decided on scrambled.
There were too many different ways to make eggs and everyone liked something different. If they didn’t like scrambled, tough. It was quicker than most and the rest of the morning was hers for once. It wasn’t long before the whole of the eleven quarters smelled like breakfast. After piling everything on serving platters in the middle of the table, she set up a pair of plates on a tray, topping them with strawberries and whipped cream, and added two glasses of freshly-squeezed orange juice before heading back to her room to see that Opal was stirring.
“Morning love,” she said, kissing Opal’s forehead as she climbed back into the bed. If this was what her life was going to be like from now on, it was a change she would pursue with wild abandon, never letting it go. Not again. “I made breakfast.” The tray she laid across Opal’s lap with a smile. “I’m sure I’m not the only one that worked up an appetite.” She added, a glint of playfulness in her eyes.
