Shepherd of the damned (Harb/Kass)
Aug 21, 2019 21:36:05 GMT -5
Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Aug 21, 2019 21:36:05 GMT -5
Harbinger Rhodes District Eleven |
Being home is always great. Just being around my family and seeing Navya again. It's hard being away from her even though I'm only gone a few weeks. It feels like eternity. Every second of every single day is hard. It's nice holding my kids in my arms again and just feeling the love that I feel every single time I look at them. They're growing up, and it terrifies me. I'm afraid of what they'll try to do to them when they're old enough to enter the games. Today I push those thoughts aside as I rummage through the refrigerator trying to find something simply to eat. I want Kass to feel at home, and I want her to know that I do care, and I understand.
I'm definitely not the best cook in the world, but I can try. I'm not even sure if she'd want to come over really. It's hard, but she's so young, but I know she can carry her own. She definitely showed everyone she can. I grab some lettuce and some meat, and I grab some other vegetables, and I start cutting them up. Manwe is running around screaming for whatever reason, and I wonder if the others are close behind. It's sometimes tough being a parent, but I also know that they're my world and I wouldn't change it for anything. I toss the vegetables into a salad bowl before grabbing the meat wondering what I could possibly do with it. Some seasoning here and there, and I've got it sizzling in a pan.
When it's done, I place everything in the oven so it can sit without anything happening to it, and I walk outside into the fresh air. I look around stretching my arms, and then I make my way over to my new next door neighbor. I'm still not sure what to say to her. District eleven had so many years of hope, and then it was squashed away in the blink of an eye, and we're still suffering from it. This year the drought ended, and while it's not one of my brothers, I'm not going to let it bother me. I sigh as I make my way to her door, and I lock away my emotions because I'm not sure how she feels. I knock a couple times careful not to startle her. "It's Harbinger." I keep my voice low because when I got home, everyone was the enemy including those I loved since I thought they were all out to get me.