wynn crawford [d6] [fin]

[lyss]

wynn crawford
sixteen
d6

[lyss]

wynn crawford

Crawfords were never ones to be involved in other’s affairs. We have a history of keeping to ourselves and minding our own business. We work in the sewers, make time for family, and enjoy the simple lives we lead. We don’t aspire to raise our status because we know it’s futile to try. Nobody cares about the little sewer workers in Six or what they want. That’s why when the rebellion mounted, us Crawfords stayed out of it. Neither side had us even in the back of their minds or aligned with our interests, so we stayed out of their fight. It didn’t matter to us if the Capitol ruled us with an iron fist or if the districts toppled the power structure. We would still be here, in the sewers.

That wasn’t to say that the days that followed the end of the war weren’t hard. We were still punished, just as any other district citizen was. We hadn’t done anything to help the rebellion, but we hadn’t done anything to stop it. Others would see it as unfair that we were part of the punishment although we weren’t part of the problem. We just saw it as a fact of life. Work could get harder, food could get scarcer, money could get tighter, at any point in time. We stayed safe from the executions and the reapings and counted ourselves lucky for it.

Us Crawfords didn’t see the games as right or wrong- they just were. We recognized that we are powerless in our choices and that the universe usually decided for us, and the games were a perfect example of that philosophy. If one of us was to be reaped, we’d accept our fate and trust that what was meant to be would happen. It was a tough pill to swallow when you were the only one in the family eligible for the reaping.

I used to wonder why people thought fate was so cruel. I believed that fate dealt us all an equal amount of punishments and blessings. Now that I was snatched up in the cold hands of the reaping, I understood why. It wasn’t cruel that I was being shuttled to my death; death comes for us all, eventually. Cruel was the indifference my family displayed in our last moments together. None of their faces held any emotion, as if they knew this moment was inevitable. There was no time to say goodbye, but even the slightest display of emotion would have given me something to hold on to.

I never questioned my family’s beliefs before, but now I wondered, could I make it through the games with only fate to guide me?

[lyss]

L△LIA finished!

[L△LIA]

Accepted! <3