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Ye of So Little Faith // [Ansgar/Mace/Saffron]
Dec 13, 2016 19:00:52 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Dec 13, 2016 19:00:52 GMT -5
[googlefont="Great Vibes:400"]a note from the desk of
Mace Emberstatt
when you never thought that it could ever get this tough,of District Ten
that's when you feel my kind of love
The moment the Peacekeepers finally came to fetch them, Mace Emberstatt and Saffron Lowe were in a compromising position. She’d pinned him to the couch, her fingers knotted in his shaggy hair. He held her sharp hips, ever amazed at how they could contort. Ever since she had fallen, he’d reverted back to Platonic Mace. It was no small relief to realize they could function as friends, as partners, after a spiral of passion. It buoyed his belief that they could face the rigors of a long life together. But somewhere in the haze of the finale he’d kissed her with more intention than a friend would have, and they ended up on the couch, which he now thought of as the most perfect piece of furniture he’d ever laid on.
Blue, their district escort, coughed loudly.
Mace sighed into Saffron’s ear before he whispered, “hold this thought.”
In the bowels of the Training Center, they walked hand in hand. He’d expected it to feel familiar, but nothing about the grey walls and fluorescent lights struck him. He’d walked this way only twice before, after all, and many years ago at that – and never wrapped around Saffron. He walked taller with her at his side, with her supporting him. Today however, like many days in the last week, he felt more than he was holding her up. He wondered if she would walk into the hospital room and expect to find another District Ten victor, one vivacious and vicious.
He wondered if everyone back home expected the same thing.
With the steel door in front of them and Blue rattling off their packed schedule, Mace turned to Saffron and slowly, gently, bent to put his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes. “I know this ain’t gonna be easy, Saff. It’s gonna be weeks before we’re home again and ripred knows what color Reggie will have painted the living room by then,” he smirked, as though that would be the thing most changed. “Let’s just play along. On the other side of this door here is our retirement plan. After this, we don’t have to do nothin’ for them ever again.” He kissed her forehead and waited for her to give the Peacekeepers leave to open the door.
Blue, their district escort, coughed loudly.
Mace sighed into Saffron’s ear before he whispered, “hold this thought.”
In the bowels of the Training Center, they walked hand in hand. He’d expected it to feel familiar, but nothing about the grey walls and fluorescent lights struck him. He’d walked this way only twice before, after all, and many years ago at that – and never wrapped around Saffron. He walked taller with her at his side, with her supporting him. Today however, like many days in the last week, he felt more than he was holding her up. He wondered if she would walk into the hospital room and expect to find another District Ten victor, one vivacious and vicious.
He wondered if everyone back home expected the same thing.
With the steel door in front of them and Blue rattling off their packed schedule, Mace turned to Saffron and slowly, gently, bent to put his forehead against hers. He closed his eyes. “I know this ain’t gonna be easy, Saff. It’s gonna be weeks before we’re home again and ripred knows what color Reggie will have painted the living room by then,” he smirked, as though that would be the thing most changed. “Let’s just play along. On the other side of this door here is our retirement plan. After this, we don’t have to do nothin’ for them ever again.” He kissed her forehead and waited for her to give the Peacekeepers leave to open the door.
