wired hermes [ lorenzo phone calls ]
Jun 1, 2020 0:44:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2020 0:44:14 GMT -5
lorenzo emberstatt!
There was a long pause when the train finally pulled away one last time and there stood just Lorenzo. He watched it as it went, Kahinta Jones inside and another boy who very much was not Lorenzo Emberstatt, district ten male of the eightieth Hunger Games. Lorenzo's eyes on the window, on the engine, on the smoke and on the tracks, he stared and stared and stared until it blurred into the flat land of the district past the tall wheat and weeds. The black metal shining in the sun, like a coffin on wheels and they would never come back. They would never come back and Lorenzo held his hand to his forehead and hugged Mace Emberstatt, his forever father.
And he didn't move until he knew for sure that it was gone, with Mace inside.
It wouldn't come back for him, not a day in hell- not next year, not the year after that, he was a man free to do whatever the fuck he wanted and he'd live to see the number nineteen. He nearly collapsed on the wooden station planks, part of him wanted to sob and fall apart and finally feel everything he held in his chest for the last eighteen years. All the trauma and exhaustion, the panic; the worry. The grief he held for Kahinta Jones, and the sympathy bleeding for Temple as she had to leave the Justice Building alone in a way Lorenzo would never have to understand.
He wanted to weep for Lorenzo Pevek, that only boy he ever killed in that arena. He was an adult now -- Lorenzo Emberstatt was safe. Like Wander and Minx, like Denali, and Temple and he would make it to the class reunion whether they wanted him there or not. Quest would probably hate to see it, but he would love to see her again; if it meant he'd live another year every year, he'd let Quest kick him in the ribs and break him and choke him all over again.
If Shy Aubergine doesn't die next year, he'd do the same for him.
Lorenzo had pocketed his father's ID chip for the justice building, snagging it from his bedside table that morning while Saffron brushed her teeth. Regalia would let him use the phone for as long as he could (twenty goddamn minutes), all he did was find a way inside without official business. But this was Enzo, survivor and adult and the biggest, smiling mess of district ten on this day.
He would always find a way.
Every single time, baby.