time erodes our fight. // victors blitz.
Oct 3, 2020 18:12:40 GMT -5
Post by ✨ on Oct 3, 2020 18:12:40 GMT -5
s a f f r o n .
"how can i live
in the moment
when my thoughts
never feel like my own"
It was mortifying seeing details from her home replicated in this place. Little things mixed in with the unfamiliar - more notes stolen from the other homes, Saffron could only assume - but accurate enough to make her double-take. Stitched handkerchiefs with their names in District colours folded in cups they way her mother did so, the same bone china that sat in their cupboards for special occasions. A coincidence, or not, made to second-guess herself.
If anything the little whispers of Ten just made her melancholy, longing for a home near-empty. As they gathered at the table set perfectly to celebrate Lysander and the Quell Saffron craned her neck for a sight of Beck Hailsham. It would be nice to see the kid, but more importantly she wanted to ask about Enzo. She knew that hovering over Four's latest victor for any scrap of information she could get regarding her son that weren't in letters or phone-calls was the opposite of what Enzo wanted, but Saffron had always been a little selfishly rebellious.
He'd left them, after all. Shoot her for wanting to know more than he let on - but she supposed this was what parenting a teenager was like. Accepting that you'd never know everything, and that they'd never want you to.
Saffron swallows down her homesick malice with a bite of pie and takes Mace's hand in hers, squeezing it underneath the table that looked awfully like the one in Kirito's dining room.
table credits to the talented elegant !