Synonymous // Cass & Rook
Jun 30, 2020 22:55:59 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jun 30, 2020 22:55:59 GMT -5
k a t e l y n .
Young enough to hurt like hell
And old enough to understand
That the girl from district five had allied with her tributes gave Katelyn something to think about. Her rooftop conversation with Patricia during the games prep week had been on her mind all afternoon. The two of them were similar in some respects and she’d tried to lift Patricia’s spirits. Let her know they were all in the same boat and she wasn’t going to let her sink.
Katelyn had always been one of the more put together victors. Usually.
But that was before Secretary Monferrat.
Before she’d been reminded that despite what she’d suffered and the scars she bore, her strength of will—
She had never left the chessboard of the Capitol. And now, now once more, like when all those Capitolites had jumped at the chance to date her on live television, she was once again an object. Perhaps this time she was not a prize to be won, but it was little better to be a puppet.
Ambassador. The result of her meeting with Olivia Monferrat had been a bitter pill to swallow, and she was still choking on it.
It stung, oh it stung. But Katelyn was terrible at handling her emotions. More often than not, she held it together for far longer than was healthy before shattering all at once. There was an anger smoldering somewhere deep in her chest at the unfairness of it all, but it was tempered by resignation and just a sliver of fear.
If they ever came to take her back to the detention center, back to the chairs and the needles and questions—
If there was another peacekeeper like Har—
Another peacekeeper that kept her in a gilded cage as he sought to brainwash her, break her will—
They’d have to shoot her before she let them take her back.
Happy thoughts, she reminded herself as she checked on the rack of lamb. The sear looked nice, and the whole kitchen smelled like the garlic, rosemary, salt and thyme that the rack was encrusted in. She began slicing it up, drizzling a little olive oil and lemon juice over each segment and pointing the bones in the same direction. Opal had stayed after lunch to help her prep for dinner, working on the tomato and cucumber salad. It was a savory side, flavored with lemon juice, olive oil, onions, and mint leaves.
And while cutting up the tomatoes, Opal had cut herself. Nothing serious, but Katelyn had still felt a slight panic set in. She kept a small first aid around in case of accidents like that, but she never wanted to see Opal in any kind of pain, however minor. She had held her hand tenderly, as she cleaned the wound and wrapped a small bandage around it, kissed her knuckles and stared at her with smoky eyes, their closeness making her breath catch in her throat.
To complete the dinner, she’d bought a nice merlot for her two guests. The man in charge at the winery had told her this would be a good pairing, and she hoped he was right. Wine was something she knew nothing about, never touched the stuff, and while there were more than a few vineyards back in eleven, it wasn’t something she’d ever gotten involved with. She’d be drinking iced tea at any rate, but she wasn’t going to begrudge Opal and Patricia something stronger.
Oh well, there were more important things in life to worry about.
While it would take some effort on her part, the games were to be off the table as a conversation piece. This was to be a chance for three victors to unwind. Get to know each other better. So it’d be best not to bring up anything to do with Emmett or Kenji. Right.
Katelyn sighed deeply and gathered herself, stretching and rolling out the kinks in her neck. Opal was giving her a look. Hmm. Several minutes and a few hastily stolen kisses later There was a knock at the door and Katelyn gently eased Opal off her lap, checked her hair and went to open it with a warm smile, her earlier stresses forgotten, if only for a little while.
“Glad you could make it, Patricia. Everything’s set up already. You know Opal, of course,” she said gesturing towards the table as she ushered the woman from five inside.
“How are you doing?”