argyle // avriel.
Oct 14, 2021 17:40:31 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Oct 14, 2021 17:40:31 GMT -5
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"And I swear to God if I hear that y'all got into the Horowitz bull fields again there'll be trouble!"Against her best judgement Saffron had let Quinn tag along to Avriel's District tour, a duty usually reserved for her brother. Truth be told she had been behaving herself, running about with Alex Pepperwood and the other kids from school with only the odd teenage rebellion here and there. And she'd been begging her for years, "I'm fourteen now Ma, c'mon!"It was hard to explain to her child that her age was exactly why she had been so against the idea. Fourteen is a lightning-strike. A knife in her chest, a crushed skull, a maze and a forest and a great flood.
And then there was the fear, always the fear, of putting her children in any sort of spotlight in these formative years - but Enzo was an adult now, no ticking time bomb other than his own self-destructive tendencies. He always kept his sister in line, sometimes better than their parents ever could.Saffron had been trying to be kinder on him - it wasn't that long ago that she was twenty-something and trying to navigate the world post-youth. District Four had been the best and worst thing for her son, and although she was sad to hear of Beck's retreat from Enzo's life she was secretly glad to have him home. Their house had become nothing but a body, and where Mace was the bones and Saffron lungs, Quinn a thinly-spread nervous system, Enzo was the heart. Home is where the heart is, so she was kinder to him. Kinder to them both. Trying to be more forgiving -- they're just kids, Mace would remind her gently.So she let them go. Didn't mean she couldn't send her children off in their Sunday best without a warning.Lo and behold they came back sans a telephone ringing to alert Saffron of trouble, Avriel Baptiste politely quiet and trailing behind them and their crowd of photographers and Capitol cavalry. Saffron watched from the porch as they trailed up the hill to the Victor's Village, colourful characters peeling off one by one until it was just her children and Avriel. He didn't seem to mind Quinn's babbling or Enzo's celebrity, watching her daughter point out trees and flower-beds they had planted that spring to spruce the village up. Even Ansgar's mailbox got a fresh coat of paint, forest green her daughter's choice."Come on in now, get tidied up - and quickly!" she had called, ushering Quinn upstairs to brush her hair and change into less-muddied shoes. Enzo already knew the deal, muscle memory at this point.
And then there was just Avriel in the entrance to her home. Solemn and a little broken, as all new victors were. Sad eyes that felt as wide as the ocean, children trying to learn how to live a brand new life with so much death in their head.
"Welcome to our home Avriel, it's a pleasure to finally meet you" Saffron smiled, gesturing for the new victor to follow her as she treaded deeper into their home.
"Mace will join us in a little while, please, have a seat" she explained as they reached the dining room, the sounds and smells of dinner crackling through the air. With all victors she felt an innate responsibility, and, in these more frequent years, so acutely aware of how young they are.
Flynn had been a shock to the system. All of the small ones are. But Avriel reminds her of folk from home, far too polite - quiet and tender, like he's just trying to survive this tour without bursting at the seams. Like he's holding himself together with thread for the sake of everyone else.
And it aches like a bruise or a wound that will never heal when she looks at him. Young, so young. He'd had an alliance of girls, Ariel included - he'd looked after her the best he could until he couldn't look after her any longer.
"Thank you," Saffron said quietly, under the gentle creaking of her children's footsteps upstairs. "For all that you did for Ariel. I know it can't--" and she stops herself there, words have never been easy. With time, she has learned that sometimes there's no need for words at all.
"Well, I think it goes unsaid."
A caterer pops his head around the corner to break the moment, apron paired with a cowboy hat and all, and nods that dinner will be ready in fifteen. Saffron smiles and nods back, "Thank you Reed, take y'alls time now" -- she's sounding more and more like her mother these days and it startles her how fast the years have gone by.
She turns her attention back to Avriel and sighs gently. "I know you've probably had all the food in the world on your tour by now, but we like to keep it simple and local when we have y'all for dinner."
Taking a sip from her glass of water, a memory blooms and she smiles into the curve.
"Flynn mentioned last year that he loves burgers - did he take you to his favourite spot? What was it called -- Dale's?"
She laughs softly and waits for Avriel.
ever since a little girl, i found it sweet
driving past a graveyard on a lonesome street
all the little flowers gave me something to believe in
driving past a graveyard on a lonesome street
all the little flowers gave me something to believe in