saints & sinners [d12 train blitz]

stella ; 

Time ticks by slowly. Days turn into weeks that spread into months and then finally, in the blink of an eye, she’s back on the train. Ex had called her the night before, whispering sweet and decidedly not-so-sweet words in her ear, detailing exactly what she had in mind for Stella’s first night back in the Capitol.

But now, before she could see her wife (a word foreign to her still), they had to make it to the fucking Capitol in one piece.

And for some reason, this year merited not one, but two volunteers.

Stella watches them from the armchair that she’s seated in, her legs crossed and her fingers tapping on the velvet.

“So,” she says, getting to her feet and striding over to the bar. She grabs a tumbler for herself and Nico, pouring three generous fingers of the amber liquid before turning back to Sin and Syd.

“What do you want from us? Platitudes? Well-wishes? Sponsors? How can we —” Stella motions to herself and Nico and Aranica, “— keep you alive for long enough to do whatever it is the hell you want to do?”

It was crass. It was brutal. It was what they needed. They weren't saints, they never would be.

Each one of them had sinned.