santos-emilia​:

Emilia didn’t look up at him upon his question, remaining in his embrace for another long moment until she finally did look up. The news she had caused conflicted feelings, both wanting to be ecstatic, but at the same time the worry for a repetition of the past keeping her from allowing herself the happiness and excitement. This was a constant struggle, and the reason she’d waited not into the first month, but into the second month before finally giving into the whispering thoughts in the back of her mind. “I, um…” Her brow crinkled, trying to just get the words out was hard. “I took a pregnancy test.” She didn’t move, didn’t loosen her the hold her fingers had on her husband’s shirt. “It was positive.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

-

Tony didn’t press past the first question, waiting quietly for her to speak when she was willing. When she finally spoke, he waited a beat, listening to what she had to say and then waiting a beat more before he spoke. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, smiling softly as he took in the news. “Em... that’s,” he pulled back enough to look down at her, his hands coming up to cup either side of her face, holding her between his hands, “that’s amazing.” But he was trying to keep himself from getting to excited. “How far? Do you think?” It was a tentative question.

He’d spent the majority of the day dealing with sponsors face-to-face. Emilia hadn’t been feeling well and he wasn’t going to push her to come with him. He’d shut the door to their bedroom behind him and turned around just as she exited the bathroom. He could tell something was bothering her. “Cmere, mi vida.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around her frame and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He waited a moment before speaking. “Em, what’s the matter?” He finally asked. 

It was late in the evening when she finally found her husband, a day spent apart in favor of handling things separately when it came to sponsors and everything else that needed handled in the post-bloodbath chaos. She’d just climbed out of the shower and was pulling her hair into a messy bun when he came into their shared bedroom. She paused a moment, carefully built walls melting before she moved into his personal space, hands wrapping around his waist, not waiting for his response as she buried her face in the fabric of his t-shirt. She said nothing, merely absorbing in the comfort she felt at his proximity. 

@outcfdarkness​

bcdblccd​:

Hyacinth hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the District One floor but late night activities had worn the Victor out. She wasn’t sure what had caused her to wake but in the soft light of the bedroom Hyacinth saw that only Emilia was in bed. Either way she needed to get back to her floor before Wisteria woke and found her fellow Mentor missing after promising to return that night. Hyacinth tried to dress as quietly as possible before slipping out of the room. Erebus’ nails clicked softly on the floor as the pair headed towards the elevator. Only as she neared the kitchen Hyacinth spotted Tony at the sink. Making a beeline towards him she smiled and shook her head. “You didn’t wake. Are you alright?” She asked her friend.

-

Tony turned to rest his back against the counter when Hyacinth made her way over. He offered a gentle smile, thankful he hadn’t been the cause of her waking. “Yea, I’m fine.” He replied softly, glancing to the large floor to ceiling windows that revealed a still dark sky, but one which was slowly beginning to lighten. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

@bcdblccd​

Tony had woken when nightmares became too much and had slipped from bed near silently in an attempt to not wake any one else on the floor. He stood at the sink in the floor’s kitchenette, glass in hand, when he heard footsteps approaching. Frowning he looked up to find Hyacinth. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He spoke softly.

bcdblccd​:

“You didn’t wake me.” Hyacinth smiled softly as she came to join Tony in front of the large windows wearing Tony’s oversized shirt from the day before. “I had a bad dream and when I woke up I noticed you were gone.” She smiled shyly “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” She turned and looked out the window. “I feel so conflicted. I want to feel relieved that it’s only twelve and not twenty four but that’s still twelve too many. I…” She paused. “Some part of me wanted to hope Cassia would be better than her grandfather.” She admitted softly.

-

Tony’s eyes watched Hyacinth as she moved to his side before returning his gaze back out the window. “Yea, I’m fine.” Though he wasn’t sure he was fine. Nothing about their world was fine. He dragged a hand down his face before offering his mug of coffee towards her. “I think there were a lot of people that wanted her to be better than her grandfather.” And it was the truth. “But I guess not. Instead we gotta get on trains like every other year and herd children to the death.” He rolled his eyes. 

santos-emilia​:

Emilia giggled girlishly, the difference in a seventeen year old girl she used to be and the thirty-one year old woman she was now only noticeable in the lines at the corner of her eyes. “If you don’t stop it I will drag you right back inside, Mister.” She teased, fingers coming to rest on his chest. 

-

Tony grinned mischievously, dropping his lips to press a kiss to her neck. “Is that a threat or a promise?” He whispered just against her ear. “Either way, I don’t think the proposition is too bad.”

@bcdblccd​

The president’s announcement the day before had been all that was on his mind. He had known better than to hope that the Hunger Games wouldn’t go on, but he had let himself do just that. Now, it was the early hours of the morning, and he stood in the kitchen with a mug of hot coffee forgotten between his hands, eyes glued staring out the large windows that had views of the mountains not far in the distance. The sound of someone joining him downstairs drew his attention away from the view and his internal thoughts. “Sorry if I woke you, I couldn’t sleep.” He explained, unsure if the newcomer was his wife or their visiting friend. “Brain won’t shut up about the president’s announcement last night.” 

santos-emilia​:

Emilia’s eyes peaked around his broad form, reaching for the mug of coffee as he turned in her arms. She raised the mug to take a drink as she looked up at him from under thick lashes. “Si, muy bien.” She whispered, setting the mug back down and leaning up on her toes to press a kiss to his chin. “But how could I not after last night?” She smirked as she settled back onto flat feet.

-

Tony chuckled, his arms tightening around her waist. “Is that so?” He murmured, his fingers slinking down further to slip under the hem of his shirt she wore. “Could always go for another go. Sleep all day too.” He teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then another to the tip of her nose before finally pressing his lips to hers. 

Tony took another sip of his coffee before setting it on the railing and dropping his hands to cover her’s. “Buenos dias mi alma.” His eyes shut for a moment, feeling her lips against his back before he loosened her grip and turned in her arms. “¿Dormiste bien?” He questioned, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.

@outcfdarkness​

The sun that streamed into the bedroom was as bright as the sun was warm on her skin and Emilia quite frankly didn’t want to get out of bed but as her eyes fluttered opened and she caught site of Tony on the balcony she reconsidered. Stretching and then throwing the covers off, she retrieved Tony’s t-shirt from the night before from the floor and pulled it over her head before joining her husband on the balcony. “Buenas dias.” Her arms snaked around his waist and she laid her forehead against his back, pressing a kiss to one of the many scars that marred his tanned skin. 

@bcdblccd​

“A better future?” He muttered, coming to a pause beside Hyacinth. People still milled about, waiting on vehicles and otherwise gossiping after Cassia’s large announcement. “What does that even mean for Panem?” He wouldn’t allow the hope of an end of the games to become reality. 

santos-emilia​:

Emilia turned herself into her husband’s hold, shaking her head when he mentioned leaving. “Don’t wanna risk it.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face to his chest. She was always so paranoid that the regime would come after one of them, him especially. Not even the man’s death changed her fears. Someone would just take his place. 

-

Tony sighed, but gave a nod as his hands moved about her waist under her blazer. “If you’re sure.” He murmured. “I’m sure we could find other ways to enjoy our time.” A smirk turned up the corners of his mouth because he could picture one very enjoyable way to pass the time. 

@santos-emilia​

His eyes flickered between the coffin at the head of the room and his wife, fingers slipping around her waist as he offered her the drink he’d gone to retrieve for her. “We can leave whenever you’re ready.” He whispered under his breath, lips pressing into the curls atop her head. Neither wanted to be here, but the coffin and the man within were undoubtedly more uncomfortable for her.

Tony hadn't intended to be gone as long as he was, but everything seemed to be in chaos after this morning and leaving the tower had been a task in of itself. So he wasn't surprised to walk in on his wife's irate anger. He was sure he'd be pretty irritated as well if he'd had to birth a child and then been forced to watch the games all day as had seemed to be the case. "I'm sorry my love." He wouldn't utter the excuse of chaos, instead moving to turn the television off and then towards Emilia. "I'm not leaving again today." Anything that needed handled, he could do from the hospital. "Are you hungry? I can order something." Even in the Capitol hospital food wasn't great. "You can eat and then get some rest, I'm sure Letty and I can take care of each other."

The stupid nurse had come in and turned the damn television on, only muting the screen when Emilia threatened the woman for the noise the screen caused. The remote was placed out of her reach and she’d been irritated since. She didn’t want to watch the games. Could she not even have peace for even the first twelve hours after giving birth? They were already discussing releasing her the following morning because ‘it was just so heartbreaking that she was missing the Games as a mentor, she must want to get back so much’. If by back they meant home, then sure. Not to mention she didn’t even want to try to get up yet, much less, have to be back at the tower. 

“If you so much as,” she started when she heard the door open before realizing it was her husband to which she sighed heavily. “Where have you been all day? That bloody nurse is going to drive me fucking insane. Everytime I’ve turned off the television she returns and turns it back on. She even woke Leticia up the first time.” She was venting on a whisper, afraid to reawaken the newborn she’d struggled to get back to sleep. 

@outcfdarkness​

It was the wee hours of the morning when Tony woke to find the bed empty. His eyes moved tot he bathroom, seeing the light on before he let out a sigh and climbed from the bed. He padded silently to the door and nudged it open. “Em, you okay?” He asked, leaning against the door frame and watching his wife. 

@santos-emilia

Tony’d only come down to the training center because it was empty - or he’d expected it to be. Days had been spent between seeing to tributes and attempting to help Emilia bring about labor. Now that the tributes were set to enter the arena the following day and Emilia was asleep, he’d take a moment to himself, try to exercise at least a little. But when he entered the training room he wasn’t alone and he almost turned to leave but something in Holland’s voice stopped him. “I actually came down here knowing that training was done. You okay?”

“Training’s over,” Holland called behind her when she heard the door to the empty training center open and shut. It was after midnight, the interviews were over, and she was consumed by memories of the night of her own interview. The way things had gone from good to horrible. Life-changing. Life-ending. “You’re too late.”

santos-emilia​:

Emilia chuckled softly, fingers reaching to thread through his hair as he spoke to her swollen belly. She felt huge. She was huge. And nearly miserable in her largeness. “No,” she leaned over, resting against his shoulder, “other than wait it out and that we’ll induce when I reach forty-one weeks if I haven’t gone into labor naturally.” She frowned. She really didn’t want to be induced. “My pregnancy books say walking can help but it’s so damn hot outside.” She was grumbly now, cranky at being pregnant and at it being so hot. 

-

He doubted that the idea of being induced was something she was keen on. “We can go for a walk in the morning before the sun gets too high.” Though that’d mean getting up early and he wasnt sure she’d like that idea either. 

junipercolt​:

“Very. Is there anything from your Arena that you ate, that you haven’t been able to find again?” She had no idea what his Arena might have been (she barely recalled her own), but she thought it might be something like her own.

-

Tony shook his head. “There wasn’t much uh... plant life in my arena.” There’d been a small amount, but nothing that was hard to find, and certainly nothing he craved to eat again. “I mean there was some glowing algae in, haven’t seen that outside of the arena. I wouldn’t eat it again though.”