a flag to wave: Katelyn + Vasco
Apr 19, 2020 23:58:36 GMT -5
Post by charade on Apr 19, 2020 23:58:36 GMT -5
It was an odd juxtaposition, the joy in her heart and the sorrow her eyes beheld as the peacekeepers unloaded a pair of coffins from the train and wheeled them away to cold storage. She couldn’t pretend she wasn’t numb to it, because she was. Death was a part of being a victor. You outlasted twenty-three others and then year after year you watched the tribute graveyard grow larger.
The faces blended together after a while, but she never forgot the names. She’d made her peace with being unable to save them all. It’d taken years, but she had. It was enough that three of them had come home since her victory. Despite the dour mood pervading the district, she couldn’t stop her happiness from radiating out. She was in love.
Love. Her. She was loved. She supposed some part of her had always known who it was, but something had gotten lost along the way. She. She had gotten lost along the way. She signed a few papers that an aide was carrying and started walking towards the district square when she caught sight of a familiar face. The smile slid off of hers.
“Vasco,” she said, nodding as he drew nearer. He looked worse than the last time she’d seen him, but that was to be expected; he’d lost two more members of his family. A pang of guilt struck her when she realized he was using the cane again, it felt unfair that she could feel in such high spirits when one of her friends looked like death warmed over.
She should have tried to call him after Sarina died.
“It’s good to see you, my friend.” It’d be some time before the victory tour kicked off, which meant planning, and more planning. It meant funeral arrangements for the tributes and this year, it would be personal for Vasco.
Again.
She hoped he hadn’t seen the coffins being unloaded. But it was something she couldn’t escape discussing either. It was part of her job. Part of his too.
“I’m sorry about your niece and nephew,” she said quietly. After Alfonso had died, she’d dared hope that Sarina had had a real chance, but the crop of tributes was just too violent. Limbs had flown everywhere over the course of the games, and so many of the tributes had landed fatal blows so quickly.
“We tried.”[ DARS ]