all I know. Katelyn/Flynn
Oct 19, 2021 20:43:05 GMT -5
Post by charade on Oct 19, 2021 20:43:05 GMT -5
k a t e l y n .
Darker times will come and go
Times you need to see her smile
And mothers' hands are warm and mild
After the bloodbath had concluded, Katelyn had known exactly who she wanted to seek out. And seek she did, a plastic wrapped plate in the crook of her arm. Flynn was sitting by himself in the cafeteria, looking forlorn. She knew what he was going through. But she’d won when she was seventeen and hadn’t lost both tributes until she was twenty. And she’d had Kirito and Harbinger there to support her when the cracks started to show. Right now, Flynn was fifteen and in pain, bearing a burden he never should have had to hold in the first place.
Twenty years of burying tributes and it had taken her most of that to make her peace with it. To lose both of your tributes in the bloodbath was devastating. Moreso, if the rumor around the training center was right, and he’d known Aurora beforehand. It was only his second year mentoring too. Perhaps she felt of responsibility to look after the young tributes; Mace and Arbor had looked out for her after all. How could she not pay it forward?
“Heya Flynn.”
God. He looked so young. He was young. Hell, he’d been born the year Ansgar Todd won. It was something that took some getting used to. Tributes. Victors that had been born after her games. All that pain and suffering in the snow was nothing but history to them, if they knew anything about it at all.
That was fine with her. She’d laid those ghosts to rest, despite the Capitol dredging them up for her twentieth anniversary. Mace’s thirtieth and Mackenzie’s tenth. She’d known it was coming, despite wanting to ignore what they did with Lethe, Patricia and Stella the previous year. They were going to make an extravaganza out of it, comparing their arenas and seeing what they’d done after winning.
They had an outfit for her too, one she was currently ignoring. She’d have to wear it eventually though.
She took the seat next to Flynn and put the plate down on the table gently, unwrapping it and then sliding it towards him.
Every kid liked a nice warm chocolate chip cookie, didn’t they?
“We haven’t had a chance to talk before. I’m Katelyn Persimmon, victor of the 69th.” Was it odd for her to be carrying glass bottles of milk in her purse? Maybe so. But she’d stopped caring what other people thought of her when she’d finally admitted her feelings to Opal. She set one in front of him and the other in front of herself.
“How are you feeling?”