A love like this [Kyanite One-shot]

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Kyanite Ruze Silence rocks the house gently. It soothes the nightly routine so soundly that as I tiptoe from mine and Vy's room, I casually listen to the deafening silence. It echoes throughout the entire place. The ticking of the clock on the wall lulls my own heart, matching the beat right down to the second. My toes touch very lighting the carpet that tickles my skin as I near the bedroom that the two little ones slumber inside. Their faint breaths are but barely a whisper in the huge world, but they are more than the world to me. The two little girls, both that I call my own, lay in their beds. They havn't a care in the world. They have no idea of the person whose eyes look upon them with such adoration knowing that one day they will be too big to care for an at that moment, the games will want to reap them in the places of their mothers who never got a chance at the glory they trained for. They will be trained, I know that despite my very need to keep the little forever, but should they be taken to the capitol, then I know that they will surpass their obstacles. Brooklyn more than Mira. Brooklyn was born with Vy in her veins. She was born and raised with a hell of a grandma and with their track record, she'll have beaten the games in two days time. Mira, on the other hand, is going to be such a gentle spirit that I fear for her safety the moment she turns twelve. She needn't go to the games because her heart, I fear, will want to keep her hands clean just as her mother's own need. Healing will run through her veins, but victors don't choose how they win. They defy the odds and as their little breaths make their chests rise and fall, I close my eyes and listen. Silence. Their breaths. The ticking of the clock in the hallway just behind me. It assaults me like I've never listened to it in this manner. I take a breath. I let it secure my own life in this world of Panem and slowly exit the room, shutting the door thankful for the oil that I had placed on the hinges of the door just days ago. No sound as I crack it and take two steps back looking at the door of their room. One day soon, there will be another door that I need to go and look in on. That of our little Prince Pryce. Due in quite a few months, I long to hold him in my arms. With MIra nearing two years about the same time, I wonder what it would be like to hold yet another newborn. To caress his cheek with my thumb and welcome him into this world with his mother and I at his side. I want to make the world perfect for him already, but I know that's impossible. Not unless the hunger games were to be halted and forgotten in eleven years. Wishful thinking. I edge my way to the stairs, taking them one by one. With each step, my mind goes to the youngest of my years to the first time I could recall the moment when my mother held my hand. Her cautious words that kept me safe. My brother's voice calling out to me, praising me for taking the stairs with little help. I catch myself grinning for whatever reason. At the bottom of the stairs, I walk flatfooted to the kitchen, looking inside, but also glancing to the doors. Namely the locks as I make sure there is no gap between the door and the frame. Making sure that the lock is in the position to keep my family safe. I turn my vision away and let my fingers open the cabinet to the glasses, take one and then place it underneath the kitchen sink. Water flows into it quickly, filling it with almost cold water and when the faucet is turned off, I watch the bubbles surface, popping and their existance is gone except for the ones that follow right after. I bring the lip of the cup to my mouth and drink heftily. My mouth is thankful for the liquid, quite parched from the sweat that beaded across my forehead when I had woken up just a few short minutes ago. I sigh, leaning against the counter and stare into the darkness that is our house. The dim light of the nightlight is the only thing that really gives this house any sort of sillhouette. "Vy. Thank you for coming to my rescue so many times. Thank you for loving me. For giving me another little girl and soon to be boy." I whisper into my house, breaking the silence and finding my way over to the table where I find a small peice of paper. I grin. I sit down in the chair and drap my left leg over my right one, placing my cup down and opening the letter once more. I want to read the words that is fixing to make this world a little more interesting, both in an amazing way and rocky at the same. I fixate on the handwriting. Dear Kyanite, Hey little Sister! I hope you are smiling as you get this letter. Life with the peacekeeper academy is something else. I miss being home, but I know that I have to do what I can to support you and Vy and the rest of the family. I havn't heard from you in a while but I can only assume that things have been busy for you as well. I do have some good news - first as always. I'm coming home soon! I should be there by the end of the week. I know! It's sudden, but there's nothing really that I can do to keep myself way any longer. I miss my niece. Is she growing up without me? Kiss her good night and good morning for me. I look forward to seeing you soon. I'll be taking a week off. You better have learned how to cook something descent. Don't burn the house down trying though. Give Vy my love as well. -Jeran I grin, holding the letter to my chest and breathing in quite fully, holding it as I image the moment I can hug my brother again. I have forgotten how long it's been since I had seen him. Vy will be glad to see him again, too. I'm sure, but I have to wonder, does he know the kid is his? Is Vy going to tell him? A sly grin appears on my face as I finish off the glass of water and carry the note with me as I drop the glass off into the sink and slowly make my way back to the stairs. With each step, I revel in the memories of my brother and of my dad. However bad my last memory of him is, I still smile at the childhood memory of him. He loved me to death. He loved me more then ever, I know. Now? I am better off without him. At the top of the stairs, I hear a small sound and go to survey the situation inside of the bedroom of our little girls. In the semi darkness, I witness the blankets in the floor and the very slow rise of a little girl that lays underneath them. Snores escape her little self and I take no time to tiptoe in and pick Brooklyn up out of the floor, hold her in my arms. Her eyes remain closed and I kiss her small nose. I nuzzle her. I hold her in my arms loving the way she curls up instantly to my body. I use a very slow movement to put her back into her bed and pat her bottom as she shifts herself into a more comfortable position. My lips grace her cheek. "I love you Brookie." I tell her, and stand at the side of the crib, placing my hand against Mira's face. She instantly begins to suckle something like an absent bottle and then grows still a moment later. I exit. Back into our room, I look over to Vy who hasn't even budged from her spot on the bed. The blankets look a little moved. I lay the paper on my nightstand. A moment later, I wedge myself back into my spot, pressing myself up against Vy. Slowly, I keep moving closer and closer hoping to not wake her. Satisfied, I snake my arm around her torso and let my fingers rest above our little prince. My lips rest against her shoulder and I close my eyes. "Love you, Vy." I take a deep breath and slowly drift back off to sleep.