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Solar District Heating Market Expected to Expand with Shift Towards Sustainable Energy Mix

Global Solar District Heating Market is expected to grow owing to renewable energy targets to shift their energy mix towards sustainable sources by various countries throughout the forecast period.

According to TechSci Research report, “Solar District Heating Market - Global Industry Size, Share, Trends, Opportunity, and Forecast 2019-2029”, the Global Solar District Heating Market is expected to register robust growth during the forecast period. A primary driver for the adoption of solar district heating is the global commitment to reducing carbon emissions and mitigating climate change. Solar thermal energy is a clean and renewable resource, and its integration into district heating systems helps decrease reliance on fossil fuels, leading to a substantial reduction in greenhouse gas emissions.

The increasing global commitment to decarbonize the energy sector presents a significant opportunity for the solar district heating market. Countries and regions aiming to transition to renewable energy sources as part of their climate action plans can leverage solar district heating to replace or complement conventional heating systems, reducing carbon emissions. Solar district heating systems can be integrated into broader renewable energy portfolios. Combining solar thermal energy with other renewable sources, such as wind and geothermal, creates opportunities for hybrid systems that offer reliable, resilient, and sustainable heating solutions.

Based on system, the Large-scale segment is expected to dominate the market during the forecast period. Large-scale systems often feature centralized infrastructure, consolidating the collection, storage, and distribution components. This centralized approach allows for optimized energy management, easier maintenance, and the ability to serve diverse end-users within a concentrated area. While flat-plate and evacuated tube collectors are common in large-scale systems, technological advancements in these collector types continue to enhance their efficiency and cost-effectiveness for large-scale applications. The large-scale segment is particularly relevant for industrial applications, providing the necessary high-temperature heat for various industrial processes.

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Industries with significant heat demand, such as manufacturing, food processing, and chemical production, benefit from the reliable and sustainable heat supply offered by large-scale solar district heating. Countries in the Asia-Pacific region, especially China, are witnessing a surge in large-scale solar district heating projects. Rapid urbanization and the need for sustainable heating solutions are driving significant investments in infrastructure to meet the heat demand of growing urban populations. The United States and Canada are also exploring large-scale solar district heating initiatives, with a focus on integrating renewable energy into district heating systems. Urban planning and sustainability goals contribute to the adoption of large-scale solutions in metropolitan areas.

Based on end-user, the Residential segment is projected to dominate the market throughout the forecast period. The prospect of long-term cost savings is a significant driver for residential solar district heating. While the upfront costs may be a consideration, the reduced reliance on conventional energy sources leads to lower operational costs over the system's lifespan, providing an attractive proposition for homeowners seeking energy-efficient solutions. In some regions, community-based solar district heating initiatives are gaining traction. Residential communities, housing cooperatives, or neighborhood associations collaborate to implement shared solar heating systems, making the technology more accessible and cost-effective for individual homeowners.

Advancements in thermal storage technologies enhance the efficiency and reliability of residential solar district heating. Improved storage solutions allow homeowners to store excess solar heat for later use, ensuring a continuous and reliable supply of thermal energy, even during periods of low sunlight. In North America, particularly in the United States and Canada, the residential segment is gaining momentum. Government incentives, energy efficiency programs, and a growing interest in sustainable living contribute to the increasing adoption of solar district heating in residential areas. In the Asia-Pacific region, countries like China are witnessing a rise in residential solar district heating projects. Urbanization, coupled with governmental initiatives to promote renewable energy, is driving the adoption of solar thermal systems in residential developments.

Key market players in the Global Solar District Heating Market are:-

Aalborg CSP A/S

Alfa Laval AB

Bosch Thermotechnology Ltd

Fortum Corporation

Göteborg Energi AB

LOGSTOR A/S

Ramboll Group A/S

Savosolar Oyj

Soltigua S.r.l

Vattenfall AB

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“The Global Solar District Heating Market in Europe is poised to be the dominant force in the industry. Europe stands out as a leading market for solar district heating, with countries like Denmark, Germany, and Sweden taking significant strides in the adoption of solar thermal systems for district heating applications. The European solar district heating market has experienced steady growth, driven by a combination of government support, environmental consciousness, and advancements in technology. The market is expected to continue expanding as more regions within Europe embrace renewable heating solutions.” said Mr. Karan Chechi, Research Director with TechSci Research, a research-based global management consulting firm.

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District Twelve is filled with rats. Vermin. Infested in fact. That's the first thing Coriolanus Snow learns when he gets off the train at the station. At night he tries to soothe himself to sleep by telling himself that by all technicality, he's sleeping in the cleanest place there is in this sad excuse for a District.

Not that the Peacekeeper base is top tier. Because it's not.

His penthouse on the Corso is top-tier. But here he was, sweating as he loaded crates and barrels onto trucks in the sweltering heat of June. "Got here right in time Gent," his bunkmate Smiley jokes.

Coriolanus has to withstand the urge to roll his eyes at his friend's playful jest. There is nothing right about him being here. There is nothing good about District Twelve. There is nothing worth visiting District Twelve for and...oh.

Well, what does he have here?

Coriolanus had almost forgotten that women inhabited this part of Panem. It doesn't mean they're pretty, but they all share that one special thing between their legs and that's good enough for him.

His other bunkmate Beanpole takes notice of the change in Coriolanus's demeanor and nudges him, "We're going down to the Hob tomorrow night. You should come, meet the locals." He wiggles his eyebrows as he says the last part and Coriolanus grins. "Sounds like a plan."

If he were in the Capitol, he would've put a lot of time and effort into his appearance. He would've made sure his shirt was free of any wrinkles, that his shoes weren't scuffed, that his curls were styled just the right way.

But he's not in the Capitol. His shirt consists of the uniform every Peacekeeper is given when they arrive at the base. His shoes are heavy-duty boots, and he gets yelled at if his laces are undone. And his golden, precious curls are gone. Shaved off before he even left the Capitol.

He runs a hand through his buzzed hair as they all step into the Hob. According to Smiley, it's some sort of black-market the locals have put together. The Peacekeepers normally turn a blind eye since it's one of the only places you can get alcohol for a decent price, along with a good time with a girl.

Coriolanus surveys the room for a moment, locating all the exits and entry points. It seems there's one way in and one way out. A major fire hazard but who cares? "Let's get some drinks," Smiley shouts into his ear. It's loud in here, and it smells a little but Coriolanus nods, everything's more tolerable when you're drunk.

They get some drinks from a vendor who's running the bar who eyes them wearily until Smiley produces some coins. Then they're welcomed customers. "Folks around here are a bit scared off by us," he explains to Coriolanus, tugging on his blue shirt, "they can spot the uniform from a mile away."

Coriolanus was always able to identify the Peacekeepers in the Capitol, but he doesn't tell Smiley that. Peacekeepers were a beacon of security and safety to Capitol citizens. Here, they're practically terrorists.

It's like a sudden silence falls over the room before a girl comes scampering out onto the makeshift stage they have set up in the Hob, and she's hollering about all sorts of things. Coriolanus doesn't really pay her any mind, or the other's that join her and strike up a tune. Live music is always appreciated so he keeps on talking to Smiley about when he thinks Hoff might stop making them carry hundreds of crates back and forth from the base.

Coriolanus has always been perceptive, and that's how he spots a small disturbance in the crowd. It's between a girl and a guy and the two are arguing about something with such passion. Well, the guy is at least. The girl won't seem to give him the time of day as she pushes her way through the crowd that seems to make way for her, but not for him.

It's hard to make out her face in the dim lighting, but she looks pretty. Well, pretty for a girl in the Districts. She's making her way towards him. Towards the bar most likely. As they get closer Coriolanus can make out more of what the guy is saying.

"...didn't mean it! You know I would never get with her, you're the one for me Soarynn."

Soarynn. What a pretty name. And the closer she gets he can see that she's very pretty. Coriolanus decides that he'd be chasing her too if she was running away from him.

She finally reaches the bar, not sparing any Peacekeepers a glance as she goes to order. She doesn't get far before the guy grabs her arm and pulls her back. Coriolanus tightens his grip on his drink. He hates District people all the same, even if they're pretty girls. But there's just something about a guy bothering a girl that he hates.

"I didn't cheat so stop walkin' away from me!" He cries, frustration written all over his grimy face. Soarynn pulls her arm from his grasp, "I don't care what you did or didn't do, we're over Billy Taupe. Go find some new girl to follow around." She tries to step back but this Billy Taupe is relentless and clearly drunk because he goes to grab her waist. Soarynn doesn't hesitate to slap him across the face and several people let out low whistles at the public fight.

Coriolanus shakes his head and focuses back on Smiley, figuring the argument is over now that she's shown him a thing or two. So when he watches from the corner of his eye as Billy Taupe grabs her by the hair and starts screaming bloody murder, he's the first to react and leap to action.

She looks so scared in his grasp, trying to get away and Coriolanus doesn't hesitate to grab the drunk by the shoulders and pull him back. Soarynn manages to get out of Billy Taupe's grasp and watches wide-eyed as Coriolanus turns him around and socks him across the face.

Now it's a fight.

There's yelling from both sides, miners and Peacekeepers alike as Coriolanus punches Billy Taupe again. He tries to fight back and manages to snag him in his lip, but he's no match for Coriolanus who's much taller and more sober. Coriolanus lands one more punch, watching as blood gushes from Billy Taupe's nose.

The Hob is buzzing with noise now, people are screaming and arguing while the two boys are now on the floor. Even though he can barely hear himself think, he grabs Billy Taupe by the collar, pulling him off the ground, "Don't ever touch her again," he spits out before letting go of that sorry excuse of a person.

It's Beanpole who's pulling him off the ground, saying how they need to leave before backup gets here. The crowd makes it hard to move in any direction but they don't seem to be too mad at him. He gets some dirty looks but that's about it. Coriolanus only glances behind him once to see Soarynn looking right at him, her eyes wide and watching as he leaves.

The boys clap him on the back as they walk back to the base, "You sure-handed his ass to him," Beanpole laughs, "thought we'd never get you off of him."

Coriolanus shrugged, his lip had a small cut on it, which meant bruise, swelling, the whole nine yards really.

"I was just doing my job."

꧁ ꧂

He's felt someone's eyes on him since they pulled into the town square. But Coriolanus can't seem to find who's watching him. They're loading crates, again. It seems that the newer Peacekeepers are tasked with all the grunt work no one wants to be bothered with.

"Take a break!" The commanding officer yells, wiping sweat off his own brow before walking into the nearest establishment for reprieve which just so happens to be the bakery. Coriolanus watches him for a moment, his eyes scanning the bakery windows and then he sees her.

Sees those eyes.

Soarynn's eyes widen momentarily before a small smile spreads across her lips and she walks away from the window. Coriolanus looks around to see if anyone else notices her but everyone's too caught up in their misery with the heat to even look at him. Beanpole and Smiley are leaning up against the truck so he decides to stray from the group, do some recon if you will.

He can't go into the bakery, not with the officer still inside. But he can peek in, try and see her. He's walking by the alley when he hears a whistle. His head snaps towards the narrow road in between the barkey and another establishment but he sees nothing. In the movies he's seen this is the part where you run in the other direction.

He goes into the alley.

He walks further and further, passing by a small gate when a hand reaches out and grabs him. Coriolanus nearly jumps out of his skin when he's pulled to the side, his hand immediately going for his gun when he looks down and sees that it's her.

It's Soarynn.

She smiles up at him, her hand still on his arm, "Hi."

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows before replying, "Hello. Is there a reason as to why you lured me into this alley?"

Soarynn laughs and it sounds so sweet, sweet like honey. "I wanted to thank you for the other night. You were real noble saving me from the likes of Billy Taupe."

"Is he your boyfriend?" Coriolanus blurts out, watching her face slightly falter as if she's deciding whether or not to tell him the truth. "He was," she says slowly, swaying back and forth on her heels, taking her hand off his arm, "then I caught him cheatin' on me."

Coriolanus can't help the look of surprise on his face, out of all the women he's seen in District Twelve, Soarynn is by far the prettiest. "Why would he cheat on you?" He asks, "Doesn't make sense to cheat on a sweet girl like you."

Soarynn grins, tilting her head, "Boys will drop a shiny coin to pick up a pebble sweetheart, just the way it is." She looks him up and down then, taking in his current state, hot and sweaty. He must look very handsome right now. "They got y'all workin' hard with those crates. Been watchin' you all morning."

Coriolanus isn't used to this, how forward this girl is with him. In the Capitol, it's all about soft giggles and practiced glances. But this girl is putting it all out there so he might as well too. "You like looking at me?" He asks her, taking a step towards her. She doesn't back up. "Mhm. I like lookin' at pretty boys like you," she purrs, her fingers coming up to touch his dog tags, "especially pretty boys who come to my rescue." She grabs his tags, yanking him down until he's at eye level with her, she turns his tags in her fingers, not even looking at him.

For some reason, he finds that attractive. How she won't give him the time of day right now even though she's the whole reason he's in this alley.

She reads his dog tags, "Coriolanus Snow," she says, finally looking him in the eye and she looks rather impressed. "Eighteen years old, six-foot-two, Capitol born," she smirks at the last part. "I've never met a Capitol boy like you before. You miss home?" He doesn't miss a beat, "Yes." Soarynn laughs and nods her head, "I would too, especially if I ended up here."

She lets go of his tags but he doesn't rise to his full height, he stays down there with her. "Do you have a job?" She shrugs, "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Depends which way the wind blows I guess." Coriolanus bites his lip, his bruised lip and she notices, reaches out, and touches it without even asking, "Sorry about your lip. Billy Taupe can throw a nasty punch when he's angry."

Suddenly his stomach is in knots thinking about how she knows what it feels like to be punched by Billy Taupe. "He ever hit you?"

That seems to be the question that scares her off the most, he can almost see her putting her walls back up, "I'm not with him anymore. Don't need to worry about who he's punchin' or kissin' for that matter."

So he's hit her before. That's fine. Perfectly fine.

A sharp whistle pulls the two out of their tense little world and Coriolanus straightens back up, leaning out to see they're finally packing up and heading back to the base. "I'd like to see you again," he says, looking down at her. Her hair is parted down the middle, it's blonde and it looks so soft. Her tan skin is fairly clean and she's got these eyes he can't look away from. They're blue with a hint of gray. Freckles cover her face and her pink lips curl up into a smile, "You wanna see little old me again? After all the trouble I've caused you?" She asks, feigning surprise.

Coriolanus rolls his eyes and nods, "I'll take my chances." Soarynn hums, bouncing on her toes, "I'll be at the Hob this Friday. 'Course you can always come see me in the Seam." He furrows his brows, the Seam?

Soarynn giggles, "Oh so you're really new to District Twelve huh? I'll see you on Friday then. Coriolanus Snow." She slips something in his hand before she spins around, walking up two stairs and opening a door. He has no clue where it leads or where she's going but he's nodding and watching her leave.

It's only when he's sitting in the back of the truck that he looks to see what she gave him. It's a ribbon. Pink, silky, probably cost her a small fortune. Smiley looks over and his eyebrows raise, "Where'd you get that?" Coriolanus finds it incredibly rude of Smiley to insert himself somewhere he has no business being, but perhaps sharing this little secret will pay off in the end. After all, Smiley is much more knowledgeable about this place than he is at the moment. "That girl from the Hob," he says, his voice hushed, his fist curling around the ribbon.

Smiley grins, "Looks like she's being sweet on you if she gave you that. Must make you her hero or something since you saved her from that guy."

Coriolanus frowns because it makes perfect sense why Soarynn would like him and be so sweet to him. He protected her. He saved her. But he's a Peacekeeper. He's seen the way people look at him, at his friends, his bosses. All they see is Capitol dogs.

"But I'm a Peacekeeper," he points out, "she should hate me for what I do."

The truck jostles and Coriolanus knows they're back on base, and watches the gates close behind them. Home sweet home.

Smiley chuckles, "Sounds like she's one of those girls who has a thing for Peacekeepers. Some women love men with authority so we're the perfect fit for them, makes them feel like they're special."

Well, this was news to Coriolanus. He'd grown up hating District people and always assumed that they did the same. Which meant something must be really wrong with this girl.

The truck finally came to a stop and they hopped out, the ribbon still clutched in his hand. It was pretty, like her. And he didn't get a whole lot of pretty out here in Twelve, surrounded by sweaty, grumbling men.

Smiley bumped his shoulder with him, "They're like bees to honey with us, can't get enough.”

Everyone begins walking towards the mess hall. Cookie made something fried tonight from what he can smell and everyone wants a bite, but Coriolanus lingers behind.

Looking at that pink ribbon. It’s soft, it sure would look pretty in her hair.

“…like bees to honey…”

Those words play over and over in his head for the rest of the day, rest of the night. Surely he hasn’t misread the situation, her actions. She gave him that ribbon to remember her, so he’d think about her until they saw each other again. She even told him where she lived! Kind of. Sort of. Maybe.

“Hey Beanpole,” he says, not moving from his position on his bunk. They have an hour of free time before its lights out and Coriolanus has been using it to mull over his possibilities with Soarynn.

“Yeah, Gent?”

Coriolanus debates how much he should ask, how much he should tell. Because at the end of the day, he’s here to work, to suffer, to serve. Hoff hasn’t directly said they couldn’t be in relationships but he has a feeling that they’re rather frowned upon. Especially with new recruits. Especially with District girls.

“Where’s the Seam?”

The laugh he gets from Beanpole makes him wonder if it’s so obvious. Clearly, there aren’t big signs in town pointing in every which direction but still, it seems to be a valid question.

“The Seam is the south side of nowhere my friend. It’s rock bottom.”

Oh, so she’s poor.

Or her family is poor at least which makes her poor. If only he could take her back with him to the Capitol, show her true wealth.

“I’ll point you in the right direction when we stop by town tomorrow,” his bunkmate offers. Coriolanus thanks him before rolling over in his bunk, staring at the wall. This is a bad idea, he thinks. But what’s the worst that can happen? A little heartbreak never killed anybody.

Right?

꧁ ꧂

“Just keep walking down that road and you’ll reach the Seam,” Beanpole said, giving Coriolanus a pat on the back like he’d need it.

Coriolanus nodded and soldiered on towards the Seam, a bag of ice clutched in his hand. It took some convincing from Cookie, but he managed a decent-sized bag, figuring Soarynn might enjoy some ice. The further he walks the more he realizes why Beanpole wished him luck. The Seam is where poor, poor, poor people live.

The houses can barely hold themselves together, the roofs are sagging, the grass is dead, the fences are leaning and Coriolanus is about to start running.

But he can’t.

He needs to be a man, a better man. At least a better man than Billy Taupe which shouldn’t be hard since he hits his girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend, Coriolanus reminds himself as he comes across a man working on his front fence. The man looks normal enough until Coriolanus asks him for directions and he realizes the man is missing his two front teeth.

“I’m looking for a girl,” he starts and the man lets out a wheeze, slapping his knee. “Aren’t we all?” He asks, throwing his head back. Coriolanus sighs, leave it to him to ask this absolute nut job for directions. “Her name is Soarynn,” he continues, “she said she lives in the Seam.” That seems to sober the man up long enough to think, “Oh the blonde girl,” he snaps his fingers, “she lives at the end of the road.”

Of course, she does.

Coriolanus thanks the man before continuing his trek to her house. It’s positively sweltering and he’s glad he had forgone the long-sleeved part of his Peacekeeper uniform. Today it’s the pants and the white shirt. Simple. He’s hoping for handsome but his sweat isn’t helping.

When he finally reaches her house he’s passed a number of people on the street, all looking at him strangely as if he’s the odd one out. Shouldn’t these people be working? No wonder this country was such a mess.

Soarynn’s house is gray but that seems to be a recurring theme in the Seam. It looks to be about two stories although he wouldn’t try the second floor if he was smart. There’s a rickety porch and he cautiously makes his way up the steps and knocks on the door.

There’s the chance that no one’s home. With his luck, her dad will answer the door.

When the door opens he almost wishes it was her dad answering. It’s a boy. His age, brown hair, tan skin, shirtless. They’re about the same height and they immediately size each other up because what else do teenage boys do?

Finally, the brown-haired boy smirks and looks over his shoulder, “Your pretty boy is here Soarynn.”

His heart beats a little faster at the nickname. One, because it’s a nickname and Coriolanus only has two other nicknames, Gent and Coryo. Both reserved for very different people. Two, because it means she’s talked about him since they last saw each other. It’s only been two days but still.

He can hear a bit of scuffling before Soarynn pushes her way to the front door, shoving the other boy back into the house, “Don’t make me get my earplugs,” the boy says to her. Soarynn looks up and shoots him a nasty look before jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow, “Go fishin’ Jett, and don’t tell no one either.”

Jett, it seems, simply holds his hands up before shooting Coriolanus one more look and disappearing into the house.

Coriolanus can feel his bottom lip twitching. Who was that? At first he feared the worst, that she might already be with someone else, but their dynamic doesn’t seem that way.

“My cousin,” Soarynn says as if reading his mind.

Coriolanus finally looks down at her and isn’t she just something? Her hair’s been thrown up in a messy bun, a few pieces falling out here and there. She’s wearing a dress with thin straps, it’s light blue and it looks like it’s been worn to death. He isn’t even trying to notice but she’s got no bra on and she doesn’t seem to care that he’s seeing her this way, so exposed right now.

“I thought I might never find this place,” he says, not wanting to expand on her cousin anymore if he can help it. Soarynn gives him a small smile and leans against the doorframe as if the house won’t fall over from her small amount of weight. “But you found me,” she tells him, some pride in her tone.

Coriolanus swallows, “I did.” He looks into the house to see if he can find anyone else but it seems to be empty. Soarynn catches him looking because she seems to notice everything and straightens back up, “Why don’t we go to the meadow?”

The meadow? A possibly desirable place in this wasteland?

“Sounds good to me.”

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn doesn’t wear any shoes when they go to the meadow. It’s quite literally right behind her house which makes it easier, but still. What if she stepped on something or got bit? She doesn’t seem to care.

She leads him to a large oak tree where there’s a rock under it, the perfect size for the both of them to perch on. At least that’s what she tells him.

“I come bearing gifts,” he says, settling down on the rock.

Soarynn tilts her head and pulls her knees up to her chest, “You don't say.”

Even though he’s sure she already saw it he makes a big show of producing the ice. It’s not even the satisfaction of knowing he provided for her that makes him happy, it’s the big smile that spreads across her face when she sees the bag.

“Well this is a gift good as any,” she says with a laugh, grabbing the bottom of the bag to feel how cold it is. “Y’all got ice on that Peacekeeper base?”

Coriolanus nods while untying the bag, offering her a cube. Soarynn simply opens her mouth and he doesn’t falter to drop the cube into her mouth, watching her work on it for a minute. “Thank you for the ribbon by the way. You didn’t have to give me a gift.”

Soarynn raises her eyebrows and looks out into the meadow, “Wasn’t much of a gift as it was a token. A token of my affection,” she states matter of factly.

Coriolanus grins, “Does that mean you might show me some affection today?”

Soarynn shoots him a flirtatious look, “Might show you somethin’ more if you keep it up pretty boy.”

That’s what he likes most about her he thinks, how she can dish as well as she can take it.

He wonders what else she can take.

“Have you ever been with a Peacekeeper before?” He asks, curious to see if Smiley is right and if he’s her third victim of the month. He’s sure there are girls like that, finding some new boy the second their old one gets shipped off to some new District.

Soarynn bites her lip, “Been with a Peacekeeper in what way? Sexually?”

Well, he hadn’t meant that but there’s no going back now he supposes, “In any way shape, or form,” he decides, popping two ice cubes into his own mouth. He doesn’t suck on them like Soarynn does like she’s trying to savor them because she doesn’t know the next time she’ll get ice. He can get as much ice as he damn well pleases back at the base.

“Nope, y’all aren’t really my type,” she says with a smile, gigging when Coriolanus gasps as if offended. “But you’re here with me,” he points out, “and why aren’t we your type?”

Soarynn pretends to think for a second before answering, “I like boys with longer hair.”

Oh, that hurts. If only he could show her how long his curls used to be. She’d be on him in seconds if she knew.

“Well, I didn’t get much say in the matter. Have you ever cut your hair?”

Soarynn shakes her head, her nose slightly wrinkling as if the very thought of it is repulsive. “Never cut it. Some women are superstitious about cuttin’ their hair, I just never had the urge to do it. Plus if I ever did have to cut it to sell it, I’d like to get my money's worth.”

Is this what it’s come to in the Districts? Cutting hair to sell it? Who wants to buy hair?

Coriolanus takes another good look at Soarynn. It’s hard to imagine her hair chopped to her shoulders but he thinks she’d look pretty still. She’s got the right face shape for it and her jaw juts out in just the right way. His eyes wander down her small, slender frame. If she was naked he’s sure she’d be all skin and bones, you can probably see how many ribs she has.

He remembers what that was like. Being poor and hungry. The worst two feelings in the world. But she seems happy as she gazes out into the meadow. Can’t miss what you never had he decides.

“You know, if you ever need money…I could help you out. Of help with whatever you need,” he says, already feeling like more of a hero to her.

Soarynn snorts and he frowns, what’s so funny? When she sees his expression she laughs even harder and shakes her head, “You don’t need to be my hero sweetheart. I really appreciate it but I don’t want your money.”

Well, then what does she want?

Coriolanus scratches the back of his neck, “Is there anything you from me then?”

He’d sure hope so. Here he was with this girl out in the middle of nowhere when he could be back on base with cool air blowing all around him.

Soarynn peered up at him through her long eyelashes, “I can think of a few things,” she mumbles with a grin.

At least they’re somewhat on the same page now.

Coriolanus doesn’t hesitate to lean in, his hand cupping her face as his lips press against hers. Her lips taste like sweet syrup and she smells like vanilla. Soarynn’s hands rest on his biceps, slightly squeezing them. His training has given him muscles he’s never seen before and he’s not complaining.

He drops the bag of ice to grab her waist with his other hand, his palm pressing into the back of her spine through her dress. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, one of her hands coming up into his hair, carding her fingers through it. She smiles against his lips, “Might just make an exception for you and your buzzed hair,” she mumbles. He pulls her in closer, wishing he could crawl into her skin and never let her go.

Soarynn isn’t the first girl he’s kissed and he doubts she’ll be the last. But right now she’s the only one who matters, the only person that matters here in District Twelve. Besides him of course.

He gets her to lie down on the rock, propping himself over her while they explore each other’s mouths. She’s so soft and sweet, and small, he likes how much bigger he is compared to her. How he could break her in half if he really wanted to.

They’re much more handsy once she’s lying down. Her hands slip under his white shirt, her fingertips tracing over his sculpted abdomen sending shivers down his back. Coriolanus presses one more kiss to her lips before kissing down her jaw, peppering her neck with kisses while his hand slips onto her thigh. He should probably ask if she’s okay with this, if she wants more, wants less. If she’s a virgin.

Probably not.

A girl like her knows a thing or two about men and their sexual urges.

His hand slips under her dress and he can feel the fabric of her panties. They’re probably old, well-worn, maybe the only pair she owns. Who knows what they can afford out here in Twelve.

Just as his hand is slipping under the fabric of her panties, a hissing sound pulls Coriolanus from his lustful haze. He glances to the right and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees a snake has slithered its way onto the rock.

“Shit,” he swears, getting off of her so they can both run. Soarynn’s eyes fly open, most likely confused as to why he’s stopped kissing her and she looks over to see the reptile currently threatening their lives. “Oh, hey there little fella.”

Coriolanus is on his feet within seconds, breathing heavily as he eyes the snake. Maybe he could shoot it, but he’d feel kind of bad killing an animal in front of Soarynn.

And Soarynn isn’t making any sudden moves to get off the snake rock. In fact, she grabs the snake. It slithers through her fingers and around her arms as if it’s her domesticated pet. She doesn’t even seem frightened by it. She looks up at him and gives him a small smile, “Don't need to run pretty boy, this here's a corn snake, all bark and no bite."

Coriolanus highly doubts that thing doesn't bite, nor does it bark but he relaxes slightly when he sees how calm the reptile is in her hands.

"Are there a lot of snakes out here?" He asks, suddenly feeling very exposed out here in this meadow with the tall grass, giving any other animals the perfect chance to attack him without him seeing them. Soarynn shrugs, "I guess. They're good for the rats though," she gives him a knowing look, "makes me real sad when they get the little field mice though. They don't cause no one trouble."

A field mouse he could deal with. He's dealing with one right now it seems.

Soarynn reminds him of a mouse. Small, harmless, easy to crush if need be. At the end of the day, they're still vermin no matter how cute they may seem.

Soarynn finally puts the snake back in the grass and watches it slither away before she slips off the rock and joins him, lacing her fingers with his, "Thanks for protectin' me," she jokes, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Coriolanus manages to give her a sheepish look. It's not like he intended to abandon her, but she moved so slowly and she clearly didn't seem to have a problem with the snake. "Sometimes you've gotta let your girl handle her own battles," he responds cooly, giving her hand a squeeze.

Her eyes slightly widen before creasing upwards in a smile, "So I'm your girl then? Just like that?"

Had he already called her his girl? He hadn't meant to move so fast or really attach himself to her like this but she seemed alright and it never hurt to know some of the locals, have a spot where he could relax from his Peacekeeping duties.

And Soarynn was pretty. Very pretty. He hadn't gotten a good look at her under that dress but he was planning to and that meant keeping her around for a little longer. Besides, he wouldn't be in District Twelve forever. No. He planned on getting back to the Capitol one way or another to finish what he started. He'd have some fun for now and then get the hell out of here.

"Yep," he replies, "unless you're stringing along some other guy."

Nows her chance to come clean, to tell him if Billy Taupe isn't the only person he has to worry about because he'll be damned if he's being played.

Soarynn shakes her head, "Just you and me sweetheart."

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The Drought of an Ocean

Chapter 13 - Debts Paid

Pairing | Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

Story Summary | Finnick Odair was the youngest victor to ever win the Hunger Games but that didn’t earn him respect as a mentor, at least not until she came along. When a dejected volunteer from District 4 puts her life on the line, Finnick will do anything he can to protect her.

Chapter Summary | An unplanned visit to his mother spirals into a dangerous meeting with Snow that leaves Finnick with nowhere to turn.

Chapter Warnings | canon typical violence, nonexplicit forced prostitution, mentions/situations of sexualizing minors, anxiety inducing situations, explicit language, mentions of suicide, character death

W/C | 4.5k

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A/N | Listen guys, this one is rough so warning in advance it’s not happy. No one is happy, maybe one day they’ll be happy but not today. Enjoy the angst you came here for. -Smoe :(

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Finnick woke to the newly familiar press of limbs against his. He had been sleeping with his victor for the better part of the week, finding the presence oddly comforting for the both of them, as they kept away the terror sleep often brought. He figured she had never slept with another person before based on the fact that she took up the whole bed, sprawling out her limbs and forcing him to teeter on the edge. All Finnick had to do was a half roll and he was off the bed and on his feet, staring down at the girl wrapped in his sheets, oblivious to the world.

He stood for a moment at the bed, watching the girl’s chest rise and fall rhythmically. In these moments, when the sun was just peeking through the curtains and the morning air still had a little extra bite that made her clutch the blankets tighter to her frame, he thought that maybe he didn’t have so bad after all. In these moments, he could at least pretend that he would see that small deep-dreaming smile during the day, the peace only ruined by remembering that he was him and she was her and that would always be in the way.

Wiping away his thoughts with a hand across his face, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt to change into, deciding he would let his restlessness run free. A morning jog was something new he had added to his routine, the salty air of the beach less abrasive than watching the girl beside him wake contently only for her face to fall when she remembered who she had shared a bed with. At least by the time he got back, she was already busy doing whatever she got up to that he didn’t get to know about.

As he made his way out to shore, he waved occasionally at the fishermen who were already, or about to be, hard at work, hoping to make the day’s catch before the sun rose in the sky and it was time to move on to the market. Sometimes, when he made it to the sand, a scrappy mutt would slink up from near one of the docks, puttering along with him as he did his laps. When the ache in his legs became too much to continue, he planted himself on the sand and the dog would lie next to him though it’d never let him touch, scampering away when he offered a pet.

Finnick had laid in the sun until he feared he might scorch, deciding it better to deal with the heat that awaited him at home. He watched with folded arms as the pup headed back to its hideaway and let his mind drift to the idea of joining. Slowly, he retreated towards the main road, his feet following the well-worn path with little thought.

As he stepped up to the door, he made a concerted effort to open it quietly in case his girl happened to still be asleep; he doubly made an effort to make sure he gave her space. Upon reaching the foyer however, he could see the girl curled up on the couch, a stack of papers scattered across the coffee table and a thick leather bound book perched in her lap. It was a surprise to see her so openly enjoying the space as he had hardly seen her treat it as a home but rather something closer to a dormitory where the only space that was truly hers was the bedroom. Finnick almost took this as a good sign until he realized that she had only not heard him come in for when he set his keys down on the table, she jolted with a start, snapped the book shut and began to clean up her things.

Finnick bit his tongue, fighting the words that he wanted so badly to say. Eventually, she would have to accept his presence in the house, their living together, or it would only continue to be a miserable existence. They may not be a real couple but they were at least partners in this game they were forced to play; he would certainly hate for it to end in a stalemate.

Heading towards the kitchen with his stomach growling, Finnick set out to make breakfast. He was grabbing the ingredients from the fridge, hoping to make enough for two as he had for the past week or so when he spotted the pan already sitting atop the stove, still dirtied from whatever the girl had made. Surely, surely, she had known that he would be back, that he had been making an effort for them to do at least something together. Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was the endless stream of obstacles that seemed to come his way lately but his blood was beginning to boil.

“What is this?” Finnick called out to her pointedly.

She jumped slightly at the noise of the pan being dropped, “Don't worry about it, I’ll do them later.”

“That’s-” He shook his head in disbelief. “You made breakfast?”

“Yeah?” Where she had previously been gathering her papers casually, she picked up speed as she sighed. Finnick could not see whatever she had been working on, her efforts to conceal it obvious, which only made him clench his fists tighter at his sides.

“For yourself?”

“Yes? What’s your point?” She had stopped what she had been doing and stood directly towards him, hands on her hips. He scanned her eyes for any sense of remorse.

“What’s my-” Finnick stared at her in genuine surprise. “I’ve been making all the meals for days with no help, and now-”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” She cut him off. Her eyebrows were lifted as she cocked her head with a sarcastic grin.

“You didn’t have to! I was making food for myself and because we live together, I made some for you too!”

“You don’t have to do that!” Now she was shouting too. “I didn’t ask for this. I’m not someone you need to take care of!” Not someone he needed to take care of? The days were counting down until their wedding, until they were married and he was just supposed to pretend he was living on his own, passing her by in the hallway like they were strangers all while he kept her bed warm? The lives of those he loved depended on their impression of a happy couple and he wasn’t supposed to take care of her? Finnick was so upset he couldn’t respond, instead beginning to grab his things. “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

・・・Ψ・・・

“Mom?” Finnick knocked on the door once more for good measure, his previous attempts eerily unanswered. “Mama?” He twirled his useless key ring in his hand as he leaned his forehead against the door. The curtains were drawn on the front windows and he gave them each a good tap before he slinked around back. Even under the heat of the cloudless sky, he was starting to feel a chill. His mother could easily be at Mags’ or out at the market but he’d never had to worry about where she was before, at the very least there would be a note left for him on the counter if he wasn’t around when she left.

As he reached the back porch, Finnick’s heart leapt in his chest as he saw the back door left ajar. His feet were moving without a second thought and suddenly in the house frantically searching for his mother. The house was clean to the point of vacancy and if he hadn’t recognized his mother’s few knick-knacks he would’ve thought no one had ever lived there at all. The parallel appearance to his new dwelling only worsened his disorientation and he felt himself becoming dizzy with worry.

It wasn’t until he stumbled upon her bedroom door, the only one in the house that was closed, that he felt the tears start to well up in his eyes. His hand shook as it gripped the doorknob and a cold rush of air passed through the doorway as it opened. The room, like the rest of the house, was empty but perched atop one of the perfectly arranged pillows sat a single white rose. Finnick’s knees hit the floor before he could spare another thought. There was only a sharp red flash of pain across his vision before everything faded to black.

・・・Ψ・・・

The light was blinding, a dull throb emanating from the base of his skull. He was moving, that was for certain but it could not have been by his own will for his body felt disconnected from the rest of his being. It was only when he regained feeling in his feet that Finnick realized he was being dragged. His mind posed the idea of fighting back against whatever had him in its grasp but he did not have the strength, all that he possessed being used to keep his head from toppling back. If it weren’t for the hauntingly familiar sound of a pair of double doors opening, he would not have known where he was.

“Now, that’s no way to treat a true Capitol man. Did you at least ask him if he would extend his presence?”

Finnick was forcibly placed in a chair, the whole thing nearly tipping over with his sudden uncontrolled weight. He was trying his best to gain back his composure, the muscle memory of the President’s office pulling him up like a puppet on strings.

“My apologies for the lackluster transportation, my boy,” Snow offered, sliding a fine crystal glass filled with water across his desk. Under any other circumstances, Finnick would never accept a drink from the President but he doubted he would be able to string together a sentence in his current condition.

“Where’s my mother?” He managed after downing the whole glass. All pretenses of etiquette were gone, stripped down to the essential. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked.”

“That you have,” Snow pondered, rhythmically tapping a gold plated pen on the mahogany of his desk. “And you’ve been dutifully rewarded, have you not?”

“Yes, sir,” Finnick panted, “My mother, sir, please.” Of all the times he had sat in this office, the most debased things demanded of him, the freedoms stripped away from him one by one, he at least had the dignity of taking it with grace but he could do it no more. He would get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if only he could be sent back home in peace. Had he not already accepted his fate?

“Patience. Patience,” The man tsked, sharp as a snake, “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Is this about my g-…my fiancee? I can assure you everything is well.”

“In a way, I suppose it is.” Snow rose from his chair and stalked towards the glass doors leading to the balcony, his domain spanning before him. With a crook of age withered fingers, he beckoned Finnick towards him. On unsteady legs, he joined Snow, the cool breeze emanating from the glass. Next to him, it was easy to forget the power the man held as Finnick had a few inches on him and could easily overpower him but it really meant nothing here. “Let’s not lie to each other, hm?”

“Of course, sir,” Finnick sighed, his eyes trained on his own shoddy reflection in the glass. Snow chuckled and clamped a hand on Finnick’s shoulder, causing him to flinch.

“You’ve always been so well-behaved,” The man mused, “An exemplary student of control. You’ve always understood the game, the contract that keeps this precarious world from chaos. I’ve always seen myself in you in that way.” Finnick barely restrained a noise of disgust and hoped that he was nowhere near similar to this tyrant but still he could admit that he allowed the man to play him any way that he wanted. Did that make him no better?

“I’m…honored you see me that way,” He replied, a sound of approval following his response.

“But we all have our weaknesses, even I.” Finnick’s heart was racing, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Was his mother already lost? Had he been too late. “I know better than most how a man can be…swayed by the affection of a woman.”

“Sir, I-”

“And even more so do I know the consequences that a man must face for breaking the rules.”

Finnick sputtered, trying to imagine where he had failed, “I promise we’re living very happily together. We’re just getting used to the new arrangement but we’re both looking forward to the wedding.”

“Come now, you know that’s not what this is about.” He met the other man’s eyes and Finnick searched them for an answer. How much longer could he take the vague allusions? “After all that I have provided you with,” Snow shook his head, “I can’t stand for a cheater, a liar, someone who abuses my gifts.”

Finnick’s stomach dropped, carving itself into a hollow hole as he thought about his girl, slowly but surely freezing to death and the both expensive and miraculous flint that had saved her life.

“Did you honestly believe that I wouldn’t hear from my client what business he was keeping with my charge?”

“I’m sorry, sir, I never meant for things to get out of hand I-, I just couldn’t sit and watch her-”

“Die?” Snow uncharacteristically raised his voice, startling Finnick. “That’s what they’re supposed to do. They are but a reminder of what happens when one does not know their place.” The man was seething and Finnick, reduced to a lackey, a child, trembled in front of him. The president took a deep breath before adjusting his suit jacket. “Nevertheless, I am more than willing to offer an opportunity for redemption. I know too the growth one can make with serious consequences.”

“My mom then, sir?” Finnick warbled, his eyes trained on his feet.

“Do this one thing for me and I will return her without a scratch.”

“Anything,” Finnick responded eagerly, “Anything.” He knew what it meant to promise such a thing, the cruel punishments that the President could formulate like no other but for his mother, he would offer up his own life; he knew however, that that would be a mercy he would not be afforded.

“As you seem so fond of him, you will pay a visit to your friend, Jovian, tonight.” Was that all? Finnick hated his job, that was undeniable, but it was hardly a punishment he couldn’t handle. It wasn’t until Snow grabbed Finnick’s wrist and placed a small vial of liquid into his palm that he understood the gravity of this assignment.

“No, sir, please. He didn’t do anything wrong. It was all me. I only made him think it was his idea,” Finnick could only be digging his grave deeper but he persisted, “Please spare him.”

“You’ve made your bed, my boy, now you must lie in it.”

・・・Ψ・・・

Finnick sat at the ornate desk once more, tapping his foot against the dark wood flooring. The sunlight was temporarily blocked out as the President stood in front of him.

“I assume it’s done?”

“It was almost too easy,” Finnick smiled absently, his eyes blank as images flooded through his mind.

The tap of his heart in his chest was so strong he was sure that it would give him away, that the whole city could hear it and they would soon enough realize that he was nothing more than a criminal walking the streets. His grip on the champagne bottle was nearly lethal as he trudged up the steps to the penthouse, the fluorescent lights above casting a sickly glow on the stairway. Images flashed through his mind in spurts, a cold sweat running down the back of his neck as the screams of his victims filled his ears. He never forgot them, not their names, not how he did it. He could still feel the nearly sickening excitement that he felt at every canon, at every spotting of another tribute in the trees, the water. Whatever he was then, it was barely human; it was animal.

“Finnick? Back again so soon?”

The worst part was always the touch, the feeling of their hands on him. Everything else, that was bearable, tolerable at least, but no amount of scrubbing could get their burning, vile touch off of him. How many times had his mind wandered to the idea of how easy it would be to fight back, to kill, to watch the life fade from their eyes as he had in the arena? Was this not also a game of life or death? Maybe not in the traditional sense but surely something in him died every time he had to feel the unwelcome touch of a stranger.

“A toast, Mr. Varus?”

“To what, my dear?”

“To good fortune. To life.”

“To life.”

Snow sighed, sitting at his chair, “Did you do it how I instructed?”

“Every step,” Finnick lied through his teeth.

It was almost inevitable, the way it played out. Finnick could not deny in hindsight that it seemed a sort of sign that Jovian set his glass back down, choosing to taste the champagne from Finnick’s lips instead. Things were escalating quickly, the press of Jovian’s body smothering him and the screams in his head growing louder. That instinct, the wrath within him was growing unchecked and untethered, flooding his vision with a stain of red. Jovian’s hands, as all the rest, had tainted Finnick for years, leaving behind invisible marks that would never fade.

Now, his own hands were moving of their accord, their grip iron tight around the man’s neck. The memories in his mind were becoming crossed into one complete rage, the feeling of the man’s lips on his skin synonymous with the feeling of being hunted, predator against prey.

“Exactly as you said,” The words were falling out of his mouth, formulating something Snow or maybe he needed to hear.

It was a bittersweet pleasure, killing him for the second time, for he had already doomed him to this when he used him as a means to an end. But had they not all done the same to him? After all, he had first met Jovian when he was but sixteen years old, still a boy, a child. Never had Finnick been granted such a reprieve as this.

When it all fell away, when there was only a body lying beneath him, he could not deny the part of him that felt satisfaction, satiation. Surely he must deserve some sort of praise for keeping it all at bay for so long. Only Finnick, lying awake at night next to his wife, would ever have to know the undeniably deadly truth of himself. He killed a man with his bare hands, and he liked it.

“And the body?” Snow wondered.

“Gone.”

A slow smile spread across Snow’s face as he clasped his hand together. “Wonderful. Once again you’ve proven to me your loyalty.” Snow stood and gestured towards the door. “As promised.”

Finnick’s head whipped around where the double doors opened, revealing his mother, flanked by two peacekeepers. Her face was bruised and battered, her eyes watery as she looked up at him.

“Finnick,” She gasped in relief.

He could feel himself begin to move, his false exterior breaking away at the sight of his mom. He took one step, then another, Finnick’s hands reaching out to grasp her own.

“But,” A voice boomed out behind him, stopping Finnick in his tracks. “I did tell you not to lie to me.”

Finnick watched in horror as his mom was forced to the ground, her knees knocking harshly against the hardwood of Snow’s office. In a moment he was in action, making quick steps across the room to get to her but he was met by a burly peacekeeper, much larger and stronger than himself and suddenly he was reminded, no matter how many people he’d killed, he was still a nineteen-year-old boy who couldn’t save his mom.

“No! Please!” Finnick yelled, as his arms were restrained harshly behind his back. “I did what you asked! He’s dead, I killed him like you wanted! Please!” There were tears welling in his eyes, blurring his vision.

“You did.” Snow reassured. “But how you wanted. And you lied about it.”

Finnick was frantically shaking his head and strained against the hold of the man behind him, “What does it matter? No one would know!”

“I’ll know. And that’s enough.”

Desperate, Finnick could do no more than plead, the pressure the peacekeeper had on his arms threatening to pop his shoulder from his socket. “Please! Please!”

Finnick watched helplessly as a single shot rang through the room, a dull thump following, then silence. Finnick’s body gave way, his eyes following the pool of blood as it spread across the floor and suddenly he felt sixteen again.

“I thought after the first time you’d have remembered this lesson.” Snow’s voice cut through the room. “Understand this boy, it was you who pulled the trigger today, not me.”

・・・Ψ・・・

She hadn’t quite expected him back for lunch and was not surprised to see him absent at dinner but as night rolled around for a second time without Finnick’s presence, that was the last straw. Even after all this time with him, she could not believe how selfish he was, how he was able to make even the smallest issue a personal attack. How quickly he had adopted the ‘man of the house,’ persona, expecting her to play along at the drop of the hat.

She threw down her fork, abandoning her fifth meal spent alone and stalked off to the door, grabbing her keys as she went. She had given time, she had given him space and she had awarded peace he did not deserve and he would hear a piece of her mind. The night air was cooler than that of the day and she wrapped her arms around herself and she made her way over to Finnick’s moms house; if he wasn’t there, his mom could at least steer her in a better direction.

When she reached the front porch, she squinted in the dim light, trying to see if what she was seeing was real. The door handle was hanging on by a single screw, the end of it dangling precariously from the door. The whole thing was left open after it was clearly haphazardly torn open and she could tell by a blinking light above the doorway that some sort of silent alarm was going off. Stepping into the foyer, she grabbed the closest thing she could that resembled a weapon, which happened to be an umbrella propped up by the coffee table.

Upon further inspection, she could see the damage was not limited to the break-in but the interior of the house was in utter disarray. Plates had been smashed, fabric had been torn and furniture had been knocked over. She walked with slow, steady steps, trying to avoid any noisy debris in case the culprit was still inside the house. If Finnick had been around at the time of the attack, it was likely the two of them were safe but if his mom had been alone…she didn’t want to think about it.

The moonlight casted dim shadows across the hall as she carefully made her way to the main bedroom. As she neared, she could not only hear but sense the presence of another person and she readied herself to fight if need be. The door to the room was slightly ajar before she pushed it open slowly with the tip of the umbrella. When the door was fully open, she could make out the distinct shape of Finnick’s form laying across the bed, a sight she had become accustomed to in her own home. She dropped the umbrella on instinct, her anger doubled not only because he had abandoned her but because he had scared her now too.

“Damn you, Finnick! Where the hell have you…” She trailed off when she noticed his eyes staring up at the ceiling, lifeless. “Finnick?” She made her way towards the bed, all anger drained from her body at the sight. Even as she stood over him he did not move or even acknowledge her. The absence of his mother and the state of him began to carve an anxious pit into her chest.

Hesitantly, she took a seat next to him, her eyes flitting across the rest of the room and recognized now that there were obvious signs of a struggle, not just purposeful destruction. Her mind raced at the implications, questions popping into her mind just as fast.

“Where’s your mom?” She asked Finnick to no response. “Where’s your mom, Finnick?” This time she risked his anger by shaking him.

His eyes slowly made their way over to her, the sight startling her, “Gone.”

“What do you mean?” Her adrenaline picked up again. “Gone where? We can go get her, we can-”

“She’s gone!” Finnick yelled, turning away from her and her heart sank at the realization. “Dead.” He muttered, adding, as if it wasn't clear enough.

“But how? I don’t–” She tried reaching out to him.

Finnick curled in on himself, flinching away, “I wish I’d died in that arena.”

She sucked in a sharp breath at the admission. She had been so preoccupied with her own anger towards him, she refused to see how all of this had been affecting him, she refused to see that if he’d only had the chance, he would have come back. He’d lost everything, his house, his life, his family. He had nothing just like her, but not really, because she had him. At every turn he’d been there to support her, through her games and now for the rest of her life and she’d done nothing more than complain. Maybe he’d made a few decisions to make his life easier but could she fault him if she would have done the same? If she had done the same?

Delicately, she moved herself from sitting to lying, and cautiously began to pry Finnick’s hands from around his shoulders. With complete care she maneuvered him to face her, taking his tear-stained face in her hands and looked him in his eyes. His gaze was now trained on her and in a heartbeat he relaxed into her touch. She could feel his arms wrap around her, almost as to reassure himself he wasn’t alone. It was when she held his head to her chest and began to stroke his hair that he broke, sobs forcing themselves from his mouth as he desperately tried to muffle them in her shirt. She continued to run her fingers through his hair for what felt like hours, whispering small assurances to him, trying to calm the boy in her arms. It was like this until they fell asleep, tangled together, trusting no one but each other.

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Moscow's Lower Presnya - factory workers' village built in late 1920s

Thank you for making it happen: K. T., H. W., T. B., m., @depetium, @transarkadydzyubin, S. R.

Presnya in Moscow was a district of factories since the 18th century. Some of the factories that were based here are the Prokhorov's textile factory (Tryokhgornaya Manufactura), Smith's boiler factory, Danilovsky sugar factory, Ossovetsky's chemical plants etc. Factory workers usually lived close by (some of the factory owners built housing, but not all) so there were a wide array of houses and buildings (some brick, some wooden). After the 1917 Revolution all of the factories were nationalised and workers' living situation rethinked.

Presnya was the first workers' village in Moscow rebuilt after the Revolution (began in 1926). Emerged a district of 4-floor brick houses in formations that created court yards (something that didn't really exist for apartment buildings before then). Court yards were there purely for comfort of the residents. The new buildings mostly consisted of standard sections of 2 or 4 flats per floor per entrance. The standartisation helped bring the costs down (the buildings themselves were all still different). Buildings stood far enough from each other to allow enough air and sunlight. Most of the flats had windows facing North and South - it helped with air flow and sanitation (tuberculosis and other diseases were on the rise, and having direct sunlight in the flat was detrimental for germs). Many of the flats (though not all) had kitchens and bathrooms. Every building had a built-in boiler room that provided heating in winter. Flats were equipped with their own boilers to cook and heat water. Some other "smart house" solutions in the flats: a pipe system that sent heated water from the kitched to the bathroom, oven-samovar connector (to simplify boiling a samovar), built-in "ice pantry" in the kitchen (served as a fridge in wintertime), air ducts in every room, floor air ducts that also served as water retractors and prevented flooding the neighbours downstairs.

It's important to note that while some families had a whole flat to themselves, most of them were kommunalkas [communal flats] with several families sharing one flat, one room per family. Typically, workers aged 40+ with big families were more likely to get their own flat that younger or unmarried workers.

Let's see some of the residential buildings!

First, some of the 19th century ones - originally built by factory owners as housing for workers.

This new elite residence is built over three 19th cent. buildings. They tried to save as much as possible. The building on the left is mostly as is (only an extra floor was added on top), the building on the far right was kept as part of the facade, and the middle one was in too bad a condition to save, unfortunately.

Corner house with the Kommunar store - designed by Aleksandr Kurovsky.

Another building designed by Kurovsky was initially supposed to have more balconies - see the project on the cover of Building Moscow (#4, 1929). Originally the colors were reversed: the building was made of red brick (befitting the red brick factory surroundings) and the patterns were made of lime brick.

Pair of buildings designed by engineer Osvald Kapran are very simple but have a distinct feature.

And finally the architectural dominant of the Lower Presnya - Mostorg [Moscow Trade] department store designed by Brothers Vesnin and built in 1928. It was their first constructivist building in Moscow. This was the first and only store of this magnitute in the district, a symbol of the new centralised trade as opposed to old style markets.

Part one - Architecture | Part two - Museum

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The Parting Glass

Annie Cresta's time as a career tribute in the 70th Hunger Games. Canon compliant, as of right now this fic will be mostly head cannon as we know so little until the original trilogy. I wanted to add so much more to this, but I dont think I would've ever posted if I kept editing it lmao. I also posted this on my ao3 account, same username as here! enjoy and please leave feedback ngl i need to be hyped up!

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The first thing I do is throw the quilt off of my legs.

The open window does little to aid in cooling down the room, the relentless summer heat did not cool throughout the night and now the opened curtains also let in the blinding morning sun. It takes a moment to get past my drowsiness, but eventually I reluctantly move my sweaty body from the small bed, hanging my legs off the side and holding my head in my hands.

I wish the sweltering heat were the reason for my restless night. Today is reaping day, and the salty air somehow doesn’t feel as peaceful as usual and does little to calm my nerves. My chest tightens and I quickly try to calm myself. I reach for my tying rope and think about last night, my time at the beach, swimming with a large group of friends, the peaceful waves, the moon, and surprisingly I find my breathing subtly calm. I wish today weren't reaping day, I wish they’d cancel the games all together, I wish a lot of things. I tie and untie my rope, and slowly accept that wishing won’t change the events of today and what is expected of me as an eighteen year old living in Panem.

Every year, the Capitol hosts a Hunger Games, and the first step is a reaping ceremony in which each of the 12 districts have to produce a male and female tribute. It’s to keep us scared and unwilling of rebellion, the fate of children 12 to 18, in the hands of the Capitol to be escorted into an arena to fight to the death. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear my older siblings greeting my parents in the other room, and suddenly my sisters bursting into the bedroom we used to share.

“Annie!” I take in her ecstatic demeanor and can't help but smile. I gasp and make a teasingly shocked face, while examining the gifts she came bearing: A new dress, and cherries.

“Muriel, you’re planning on sharing those right?”

My mouth waters at the sight of the cherries, and I wonder how she was able to afford them, along with the dress. It’s not like we have a surplus of money, and cherries are usually outrageously expensive when sold at the market. Her and I, and our older brother, Skipper, picked up jobs as soon as we could to help our parents, but now that she’s married, maybe she can afford such luxuries. Muriel makes beautiful tapestries using the flowers and plants that line the shores, and they've always seemed to sell quite well at the market, along with her handmade jewelry. My brother, Skipper, started repairing boats with my father once they were back from their shifts out at sea. The pair's services are relatively cheap and extremely effective, the people of 4 with boats need them functioning to be able to live so there’s always business.

Muriel exaggerates the shaking of her head, acting like she’s keeping the gifts to herself, then instantly breaks character, smiling and handing the fruit to me, carefully hanging the light blue dress off the chair. I can see the worry she’s trying to hide in her eyes.

“And is this dress new? Muriel these gifts are so nice they must have cost you a fortune, please let me pay you back-”

“I got them for you.” She cuts me off, putting my head in her hands “Plus, you wouldn’t be able to pay me back anyway.”

She’s joking but she’s not wrong; while she and Skipper found real jobs, I found peacefulness, and a very small income compared to the two of them. I started helping our neighbor, Mrs. Ahearn, by teaching some of her swimming lessons. It doesn’t pay well and I probably couldn’t save enough to buy even some grain at the market after a month of work, but there’s something about teaching the younger children of my district that makes it worth it. Still so innocent, too young to be put into the training academy, their parents still shielding their eyes when the games are playing, the worst things that could happen to them so far away. Plus, it’s a great way to meet the people in town, most of the kids are the younger siblings of friends i’ve known for years, and honestly, it’s better than being at home. The house feels empty now that both my siblings have left.

Muriel moves her hands and pulls me into a hug, our heads resting on each other's shoulders. “You still being in the reaping makes me feel worse than when I was. I know you’ll be fine Annie, but the sooner we’re all done with this the better. Better for mom and dad too, you know it scares them to death. Can I help you get ready?”

I nod my head in agreement, and soon my mouth is full of cherry pits. The reaping scares all of us, my father says that’s the point and it’s been obvious to me that our parents have had enough stress from the reapings in their lives. The second Skipper was ten, he was the first of us to enter the training academy after school, and once we were all old enough to be reaped, it seemed everything tied back to being a lesson on how we could win the Hunger Games, fishing, strength, knowledge. After surviving his own childhood possibility of being reaped, putting us in the training academy was my fathers small way of finding comfort in the uncontrollable, it gave him the peace of mind many other parents found refuge in; that if the odds hadn’t been in their families favor, their child could at least have a chance.

Muriel starts with my hair, stating something about my ‘messy cherry hands’ staining the pastel blue of the linen dress, and to keep them far away. Her hands are calloused, reflecting those of someone who’s worked a majority of their life, weaving and unweaving nets, creating her tapestries and intricate jewelry. She’s so precise in the way she does my hair, something I'm so grateful for. Choosing specific strands, tying them under or over, I’ve never been able to replicate these styles for her though, no matter how hard I try.

The thought of being reaped is horrifying, but there’s no comfort in the children I’ve known forever being reaped instead, it sends a shudder down my spine, and I feel the panic slowly seeping into my chest. The most recent victor we’ve had in District 4 is Finnick Odair. Although he’s a year older than me and a grade above, I remember him fondly from our short time together in the academy, but even more strongly I remember my fear when he was reaped at fourteen. His capability of winning so young makes me feel weak, and honestly dumb for being so horrified at age eighteen. It seemed all everyone was obsessing over during his games were his looks, but all I could think about was how kind he’d been to me, and how quickly he’d turned into a killer to survive. Somehow I found comfort in that thought. If he’d gone through only four years of the training I’ve had and won, I should be confident in my skills after eight.

I hadn’t realized my foot was tapping aggressively until Muriel placed her hand on my knee and I immediately stopped while she leaned her head down to my face.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Annie, I’m nervous too, probably safe to say all the Cresta’s are nervous. But, we will all be fine tonight, for our celebratory dinner and beach swim, right?” She has tears building in her eyes, “You’ll have to be fine Annie, this is your last year! Only one more and we will all be okay.”

The tears begin to roll down her cheeks in small lines that rush over her blushed face, while she tries to convince both of us.

Muriel has always been free to be overtly emotional, her strength is not relied on to keep others strong. If I ever cried or showed my weakness like this to any of my family, i’m afraid it would shatter them into a million little pieces— Annie Cresta, the baby of the family, so scared and so weak and completely unsaveable by any of them— so I put on a strong face, and push back the tears.

“You know i’ll be just fine Muriel, my name is only in there seven times. The odds have been in our favor the past ten years since Skippers first reaping, I have no doubt of our family's luck.”

I can’t help but wipe my cherry stained hands on my old sleeping shirt I’m sure was hers before reaching up and wiping her tears, just before pulling her into a tight hug. I take whatever doubt I have in my own statement and shove it deep within me, refusing to let my worries get to me, especially now.

My words slightly comfort Muriel, but when my mother walks in, a whole new feeling of serenity washes over us, whether it's forced or not.

“Hello, oh! My sweet Poppy!” she enters the room with a weary face, and once seeing her two daughters in a sorrowful hug, she rushes over to press a gentle kiss to my cheek. My mother and Muriel are so similar, not just in their looks, with beautiful big brown eyes and dark blonde hair, but in attitude as well. Of course, my mother and sister are strong, our whole family is strong, but they are not afraid to let their softer sides show. Whether it’s Muriel’s tears or my mother’s tender affection, it works for them, it makes them stronger to be so emotionally available, but it doesn’t seem to come as easily to the rest of us. While Skipper seems to be a somewhat perfect mix of my mother and father in looks and personality, I look into the mirror now and see my father in every way. Dark brown some what curly hair, sea foam green eyes and tan skin, the need to be strong for the people around us.

“You look beautiful, as always.” She says simply, bringing her palm to her own face to stub her tears. She walks around to the back of my head where Muriel’s progress with my hair had come to a brief pause. She turns me towards the dirty mirror, and I can see the beautiful intricate half braid my sister has done on the top layers of my hair, leaving the rest long and freely curling naturally. Muriel adds a starfish and pearl necklace she made for me years ago on my 12th birthday, and my mother adds a beautiful poppy orange bow that stands out beautifully in my dark brown hair. “It reminded me of you, Ula’s mother was selling them yesterday. It’s almost time to leave, make sure you’re dressed soon.”

She places another soft kiss on the top of my head and then leaves the room. She has called me her Poppy for as long as I can remember, saying I'm just as bright as the beautiful orange flower that grows all over District 4. Muriel follows her out, adjusting the necklace around my neck, “It gets worse each year, but I believe in you, Annie.” I want to comfort her, tell her I’ll be fine, but I can’t trust the stability in voice to make it convincing. Instead I acknowledge her sentiment by simply nodding.

As we walk to the ceremony, I try to stay present in my family's conversation, but my mind keeps drifting away. Every child I see my age has a target on their back, even myself, and none of us know who will be hit. I don’t let this show in my face, keeping a steady smile and waving to my fellow peers, who I've grown so close to. The reaping ceremony is already awful, but when you’re so acquainted in such a tightly knit community, there is no getting out unscathed, It’s always someone I know.

Once we arrive at the square in front of the justice building, my chest tightens and I’m forced now to strictly focus on my breathing. Being the only one in the family eligible to be reaped, I’m forced to part from as they continue towards the viewing area. Our separation is short and sweet, just a simple discussion of where we will meet once the ceremony concludes. I search almost desperately for someone to stand with while waiting to check in. Of course there’s a surplus of children my age, most I know quite well, but I’m not sure who to start a conversation with. I see Ula and decide her normally timid personality would be perfect.

We shuffle into the eighteen year old group, and quickly get pushed through the line to the standing area right before the stage. I thank her for the bow even though her mother made it, and that’s about all we say to each other. Even though I’m surrounded by friends from school or the training academy, I refrain from saying much more. There's not much to say, in a perfect world it would be none of us, maybe the games would be canceled, but the worlds not perfect and “hope it's you not me” isn't really the most comforting sentiment.

The mayor takes the stage, starting with his usual speech and directing us to watch the screens positioned above us, and I prepare myself to doze off. I know nothing important happens until the escort, Prisca Luminara, takes the stage, then I’ll be forced to pay attention, but for now I can stare at the screens and pretend to watch. The usual video plays about the Dark Days, a time of war and rebellion, and why we must participate in the Hunger Games. It’s not until I see Prisca walk up to the microphone, her silver tied up hair immediately catching my attention, that I tune in. First she introduces District 4’s previous victors , we actually have quite a few, but there’s been no one new since Finnick Odair won 5 years ago.

I find myself looking at Finnick, the way the sun reflects off his bronze hair, and realize the girls at school aren’t wrong, he’s beautiful. Honestly I’d never realized, the last conversations we had were so friendly. Both of us were so young, joking about mermaids and seaweed, I’ve preferred thinking of him that way since, not as the man he’s supposedly become.

I accidentally think about him for far too long, and don't fully tune in until Prisca announces that it’s time to pick the tributes.

“As always, ladies first! Remember, volunteering must wait until both tributes have been reaped!”

Her posh accent ringing through my ears while she steps towards the glass ball holding the female tribute's names. Six of those slips hold the name ‘Annie Cresta’, carefully folded and thrown in with the rest. Prisca pulls the tributes name and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I follow the actions of my peers as they slowly make a circle, it must have been someone from my age group.

“Annie Cresta! Don’t be shy, dear come up!”

Suddenly I realize what’s going on, I gather myself the best I can and somehow begin walking down the main aisle towards the stage. It takes all my strength to keep my head up, a kind smile holding my face together to hide my absolute shock. Eventually I reach the stage, smiling to Prisca as she takes my hand to lead me to my place, I even tell her thanks. The humid heat is even more unbearable up here, and I do everything in my power to avoid the faces of my peers below me, knowing how easily it could break this smile and fall into a puddle of tears.

“Perfect! Now for the boys!” Her heels are louder now that I'm onstage, and I can see her jewel encrusted nails searching in the bowl for the next tribute.

“Bodie Cormoran”

Now it seriously takes everything in me to not collapse to the floor. When I hear his name, avoiding eye contact with the crowd is not my biggest worry; I know him, I know him far too well. I immediately see the eighteen year old boy's fluffy auburn hair, making his way to the stage. His usual tall and stocky build seems only half as sturdy as it normally is, although the small defeat in his shoulders is probably only noticeable to those who know him closely. Soon, he’s being led by Prisca to the spot next to me as she chatters about her excitement. As soon as I make eye contact with him, I give him a reassuring look. I receive one in return, a small smile and nod, but his eyes show me how horrified he is. It’s because we will be going in together, if one of us lives, it ensures the other one’s death.

“Now do we have any volunteers? Remember folks, you cannot volunteer for someone who has already volunteered!”

She seems to be expecting a lot more action, but the time to volunteer comes and goes, and the only sound that fills the square is the waves from the far off sea. I hide my disappointment behind my small smile while staring forward towards the cameras. I need to play this exactly the way I’ve been trained, and for now I have to seem relentlessly strong, a true career tribute from District 4.

But when they ask for the tributes to shake hands, I can’t help but hug Bodie instead.

#annie cresta #finnick odair #the hunger games #thg #thg finnick #finnick #the parting glass #the 70th hunger games #odesta #finnick x annie #district 4 #mags flanagan #fan fiction #thg fanfiction

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cavalierious-whim · 1 year

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The hardest thing about retirement is that Zhongli is still learning exactly what it means to live a mortal life.

He is not mortal—he never will be—but that isn’t and has never been the point. Zhongli has lived for so long that life began to feel empty.

Erosion, he thought. He isn’t immune, he’s already lost bits and pieces of himself, glittering parts that have gone dull. Those he cared for are mostly gone and while Zhongli maintains that he is okay with being alone—it wears on even a god.

And so, retirement. A simple solution only in name. Zhongli was no fool, in the beginning, to think it would be easy but even now it still proves that he’s woefully out of his depth.

Childe changes everything. Zhongli has always been resolute in the way he holds himself, steady as the solid ground that he carved Liyue from. But Childe—one look at him and suddenly everything is lopsided. His heart yearns and even though he has him, it still isn’t enough.

This isn’t erosion, this is love, and it’s a strange concept that Zhongli is still learning the ins and outs of. What he does know is that he looks at Childe and he doesn’t see just a man he loves, he sees his everything. Baobei, Laogong, Mate—it doesn’t matter.

His chest heats at the mere sight of him. Zhongli’s heart beats faster, thudding thudding steadily underneath that mess of scarring where his Gnosis used to sit.

“Hey,” says Childe that night, reaching out with his hand. “Should I walk slower?”

“No,” says Zhongli, quickening his steps. “I was just thinking. Apologies.” He presses his palm against Childe’s and Childe squeezes back, fingers chilly in the cold air.

The market district in Liyue Harber is decorated for the winter solstice. Childe smiles wide, taking in the sights and smells. His face is lit by brightly colored lanterns and he laughs at the way that vendors try and hawk their wares.

He’s so handsome and full of life. Zhongli feels drawn to him, chasing his footsteps, wanting nothing more than to bask in that warmth because he’s tired of the lonely cold.

Childe stops in the middle of the street, tugging Zhongli close. One arm snakes around Zhongli’s waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.”

Childe pokes at the furrowed spot between Zhongli’s brows. “I know that look,” he says with a laugh. “What’re you thinking?”

At that moment, Zhongli is thinking a lot of things. That Childe is his happiness with that crooked, rapscallion grin. That the red lantern light that bounces off his face isn’t flattering, but the smattering of freckles is. Childe’s gentle grip around his waist is like an anchor, holding him to the spot.

“Just you,” he says honestly. “The way that you take care of me. It is not easy for me to give in so fully, but with you it is natural. I want to. For a being like me, that…” Zhongli trails off, sighing softly. “I love you. That is all. That is what I’m thinking about, almost every waking moment of my days.”

“Zhongli—”

Zhongli laughs, leans forward, and presses their foreheads together. The rest of the Harbor melts away until it’s just the two of them in their own little world, sharing breaths as the cold puffs between their faces.

“You bring me joy,” says Zhongli. “It has been a long time since I’ve felt that.”

“Fuck, that’s—unfair.” Childe’s voice cracks slightly. “How am I supposed to follow that up?”

“You don’t have to.”

Childe’s gaze softens, tiny wrinkles creasing around his eyes. “Kiss me? I mean—can I kiss you? Here? I know we’re in public, and you’re a little weird about—”

Zhongli grins before looping an arm around Childe’s neck. People stare when they kiss, watching as they stand there, lost in each other. Gossip is sure to fly—but Zhongli finds that he doesn’t really care.

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abookishdreamer · 9 months

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Character Intro: Favian (Kingdom of Ichor)

Age- 34 (immortal)

Location- Skyline district, New Olympus

Personality- An enlightened individual, he's quite pragmatic, creative, and values his capacity for deep thoughts & appreciation for the arts. There's always a new question or theory on the horizon. He's single.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of philosophy his other powers/abilities include photokinesis & telepathy. He also has various specialized powers based on the different schools of thought and philosophy.

Favian lives in a spacious condo at The Parthenos Plaza, a luxury building in the Skyline neighborhood of New Olympus. He shares the condo & is roommates with his best friend Neicus (god of debate & appeal). The inside of the condo is exquisitely spotless and organized. The interior design is sleek & modern with colors of steel gray, royal blue, cream, and beige. They pooled their money together & was able to buy the largest (and most expensive) flat screen TV on the market- measuring at 150 inches & costing 220,000 drachmas from iCHOR Tech. The TV is made with ultra chroma technology, has 4K ultra picture quality, built in Wi-Fi, and is touch screen operated as well as bluetooth friendly. Favian has a single pet, his animal companion- a she-dragon named Dreamseer. A slender beauty, she's primarily covered in vibrant dark blue-green scales with silver crests and teal wings. She's his usual mode of transportation.

His immediate family includes his younger sister Sophia (goddess of thought). They're as close as any brother & sister, a constant thing for them getting into heated debates through text and in person, though all in good fun! Biweekly, they have a family dinner, usually at Sophia's brownstone.

A go-to drink for him is earl grey tea. He also likes dry martinis, scotch on the rocks, manhattans, white russians, pinot noir, and gin & tonics. His usuals from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized roast coffee (with a bit of sugar) & a large chai latte.

Favian starts off his mornings at home doing a session of tobata yoga before jogging through Eaglepoint Park, ending the early hours with use of his premier gym membership at Fit 2 Be a God.

For breakfast he almost always goes for the spinach & artichoke baked egg souffle from The Bread Box.

One of his biggest vices are cigars- especially ones that are rolled with tobacco sourced from the Underworld.

In keeping with his "outworldly" way of thinking, Favian is a firm believer of traveling, being exposed to different people & cultures. He's been to most states in Olympius (including the deserted island Sicilios) and has traveled to the Underwater realm twice. He's currently planning his upcoming sabbatical to the Underworld.

A guilty pleasure for him are olympian sized cajun fries from Olympic Chef.

Favian is the latest male deity to be on a billboard in Acropolis Square modeling Thunderstruck briefs, the king's underwear brand.

For his most recent birthday, he was gifted a pair of Celestial Bronze cufflinks from his best bro!

Favian's main job is overseeing the philosophy department at New Olympus University. He personally teaches the ethics class. He's also an acclaimed writer of a few academic textbooks as well as literary works- including a popular steampunk series titled The Machinery of Alchemists. For other work & means of income he models for Platinum Alchemy, is a frequent guest co-host on the Nocturnal Thoughts podcast, and is a contributing writer for O Dianooumenos. He's also an executive producer on an upcoming social experiment TV show created and hosted by Litismós (goddess of culture).

His social circle includes Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule), Pathos (god of emotion), Coeus (Titan god of foresight, intellect, & knowledge); his beloved mentor, his sister's girlfriend Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Dimósia (goddess of debate), Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck), Chiron (the immortal centaur), Psionikós (god of the mind), Isorropía (Isorro) (god of duality, balance, & equilibrium), Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith), Orthosia (goddess of wealth), Aplistos (god of avarice), Aion (god of time, eternity, & the zodiacs), Moros (god of doom), Nomos (god of laws), Mnemosyne (Titan goddess of memory & language), Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion), Horkos (god of oaths), Aletheia (goddess of truth), Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint), Apólafsi (god of enjoyment), and Achelous (god of freshwater). Favian also admires Atlas (Titan god of strength & endurance).

His favorite dessert is the tiramisu from Hollyhock's Bakery. He also likes his sister's rasmalai.

As far as his romantic life, Favian is enjoying his singledom after getting out of a long term relationship with Mesembria (Bria) (goddess of the afternoon). It's been awkward still being in contact with each other seeing how Favian is a financial backer for her business. Now he's keeping romantic encounters on the casual side. Favian hooked up with a siren dancer at a burlesque show he went along with Momus & Neicus and he's had a one night stand with Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy). He's currently seeing a model named Almada, who's a maenad. Favian appreciates his close bond & friendship with Dimósia. They posted videos of themselves doing viral dances on Fatestagram and has even slept over each other's places. There have been a few times where he wonders if there could be more.

His most viewed video on his PanopTube channel is his vlog at The Luxe where he partook in the most expensive tacos (along with Neicus)- a gold flake infused corn tortilla added with kobe beef, beluga caviar, black truffle brie cheese, and an exotic salsa blend made from tartarus peppers sourced from the Underworld). It cost a whopping 25,000 drachmas!

His all time favorite meal is spanokopita with his sister's chicken saagwala.

"The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark."

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warabidakihime · 2 years

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Invisible Strings: Special Chapter

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

a/n: didn't expect this, did ya? well, i wasn't really going to update today but the blues and sadness hit me in the face tonight and got me reminiscing about stuff and thus this update was born lol. i kinda poured my heart in here. i don't really have anyone i can talk to about my feelings because like y/n, im scaaaared so i decided to just write it down haha. it made me feel a little better ngl. this is highkey a self-indulging update looooool hope you like it though. ill be off to bed now. stay safe and healthy!

After that magical night you and Tengen shared during the afterparty, the Monday morning rush brought back a sense of normalcy. With the upcoming gala on the horizon, the entire company was abuzz with preparations for the grand event.

In his office, the head of sales and marketing sat focused at his desk, brow furrowed, as he tirelessly typed away on his computer. The responsibility of overseeing the event's branding and promotion fell on his shoulders, and Tengen found himself engrossed in crafting one proposal after another, each crucial to the success of the gala. Despite the early hour, he had already endured four back-to-back hour-long meetings, a testament to his dedication.

Meanwhile, you were out in the field today with Zenitsu and Nezuko, searching for the perfect venue in town. As of yet, you hadn't come across the ideal location, but there was no sense of disappointment. There was still ample time to explore and discover the hidden gem that would serve as the backdrop for the gala. With three and a half months remaining, the three of you decided to take a well-deserved lunch break and headed to the nearest fast-food joint.

Stepping inside, a wave of relief washed over you as the cool air embraced you, providing respite from the sweltering heat outside. Summer had arrived in Tokyo, bringing its characteristic warmth and humidity.

"Ah, I fucking hate summer," Zenitsu groaned, collapsing into his seat.

Nezuko graciously offered to place the order, leaving you and Zenitsu to secure a table. The establishment was bustling with activity, particularly because it was located in a busy business district. Corporate workers on their lunch breaks filled the space, seeking a momentary escape from their demanding routines.

"I couldn't agree more," you replied, fanning yourself desperately in an attempt to beat the heat. "I wonder how Tengen and the others are faring back at the office."

"Don't worry about Tengen; he's a big boy now," Zenitsu assured you with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

You couldn't help but giggle at Zenitsu's confidence.

"He absolutely is. He's a huge lad who acts like a big baby too."

"He needs help," Zenitsu added with a mischievous grin.

"You're hardly one to talk, Zenitsu," Nezuko chimed in as she approached your table, balancing trays laden with your lunch.

"Scratch that; you're a downright brat," she playfully retorted.

Zenitsu let out a dramatic snort. "It's too early for you to break my heart, Nezuko-chan."

"Move your feet, Zenitsu. I can't sit with your feet in the way," Nezuko teased, laughter dancing in her eyes.

As you enjoyed your lunch and the delightful camaraderie between Zenitsu and Nezuko, you couldn't help but smile and chuckle at their playful banter. They don't display much PDA at the office because Zenitsu is scared of Tanjiro catching them. However, outside of the workplace, their affection for each other was evident, and their sweet gestures were enough to make anyone believe in true love.

Time seemed to slip away as you savored your meal, and soon the decision was made to continue your outing at a nearby café. With the weather still relatively pleasant, it was the perfect opportunity to sit back, relax, and enjoy some iced coffee in each other's company.

Amidst the laughter and lighthearted conversation, a familiar voice pierced through the air, causing you to freeze in your seat. Your colleagues also turned their attention towards the person who had called out to you, sensing the change in your demeanor. Internally, you debated whether to acknowledge them or not, feeling a mix of conflicting emotions. It became apparent that some things never changed, and you couldn't help but berate yourself for the reaction you had displayed.

With a hesitant tone, you eventually turned to face them and uttered a simple, "H-Hey..."

"Where is Y/N?" Tengen questioned, his voice laced with genuine worry.

With a furrowed brow, Tengen inquired about your whereabouts as he approached Zenitsu and Nezuko upon their return to the office. Concern and confusion filled his expression, mirrored by the worried looks exchanged between the young couple.

Zenitsu hesitated for a moment before responding, "She's...uh, well..."

Nezuko sighed heavily and added, "She's alright, Tengen. Don't worry. But we're not sure where she is exactly."

Tengen's confusion deepened as he pressed for more information. "What do you mean? Where did she go?"

Zenitsu explained, "When we arrived earlier, she mentioned that she wanted to be alone for a while and walked away. We don't know where she went."

Tengen was dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. What could have happened that prompted you to seek solitude without informing anyone? Concern for your well-being gnawed at him, urging him to take action.

Bidding Zenitsu and Nezuko farewell, Tengen hastily left the office, determined to find you. He retrieved his phone and dialed your number, hoping for a response, but to his disappointment, you remained unreachable.

Lost in his pursuit, Tengen didn't notice Giyuu and Tanjiro approaching him until he accidentally collided with the Water Hashira's executive secretary, causing the younger man to stumble and land on the floor.

Apologizing quickly, Tengen refocused his attention on his friends. Giyuu and Tanjiro sensed something was amiss as they observed Tengen's distracted demeanor.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" Giyuu asked, his concern evident.

Tengen replied with a sense of urgency, "I've been trying to find Y/N, but she seems to have disappeared. Zenitsu mentioned she went into hiding and isn't answering her phone."

Tanjiro pondered the situation, musing, "I wonder what could have happened to her."

"That makes two of us," Tengen said, sharing their confusion and worry and realizing he wasn't alone in his concern.

"Maybe you should try calling her again, and if she doesn't respond, it might be best to give her some space for now," Giyuu suggested.

Reluctantly, Tengen nodded in agreement, realizing that continuously reaching out to you might not be the best approach.

Returning a small, appreciative grin to his friends, Tengen made his way back to his office, his mind filled with thoughts of your well-being and the mystery surrounding your sudden withdrawal.

Zenitsu and Nezuko watched Tengen with hopeful anticipation, their eyes filled with the desire for positive news. However, it seemed that Tengen had been unsuccessful in reaching you, leaving them with a sense of disappointment.

The hours dragged on for Tengen, with each passing minute a painful reminder of your absence. As he mechanically typed away at his computer, his mind and heart remained fixated on you. The worry within him continued to grow, and he couldn't shake the nagging question of what had happened to you.

Just as Tengen's patience was wearing thin, you finally returned to the office, entering the room with a mix of relief and exhaustion evident on your face. Tengen, who had fallen asleep while waiting for you, was still hunched over his desk, snoring loudly.

Feeling a surge of guilt wash over you, you couldn't bear the weight of your actions. Disappearing without a word had been a thoughtless decision fueled by fear and anxiety, and now you regretted the inconvenience it caused both Tengen and your friends. With a visible wince, you realized the impact of your actions.

As you gathered your belongings and tidied up your desk, your guilt weighed heavily on you. Finally, you made your way to Tengen's desk, your exhaustion evident but overridden by a deep sense of remorse. One look at his slumbering form, and you felt a rush of relief and love. Extending your hand, you gently ran your fingers through his disheveled hair, finding solace in the act.

Tengen stirred from his sleep, his eyes widening in surprise as he caught sight of you. His voice, rough and strained from his nap, croaked as he called out your name. The dryness in his throat caused his voice to break as he nearly yelled your name, a mix of disbelief and joy evident in his expression.

Tengen held you tightly as you rested against his chest, the both of you sinking into his chair. In the rush of the moment, your backpack fell to the floor, but thankfully, neither of you were hurt.

"I'm sorry, I was just—"

"No, it's fine," you said, a tiny smile on your face.

"I should be the one apologizing to you, Tengen; I'm sorry for suddenly disappearing and causing you concern."

In an effort to make you both more comfortable, Tengen leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. However, to his surprise, tears began to stream down your face. Concern flooded his features as he witnessed your heartbreaking sadness.

"Woah, woah—Y/N, hey, what's wrong?" Tengen's voice trembled with worry as he held you closer, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. He continued to comfort you, gently rubbing your back and providing a safe haven in his embrace.

Your cries filled the air as you struggled to find your voice, the overwhelming emotions spilling out through your trembling lips. Tengen held you tighter, his presence a pillar of strength, as you let your tears flow freely.

As he whispered soothing hums, Tengen's touch and voice gradually calmed you down. The warmth of his embrace and his words of reassurance brought a small sense of solace, even in the midst of your lingering sadness.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my love." Tengen's words carried tenderness and understanding, further softening the grip of your anguish. His unwavering support gave you a glimmer of hope amidst the pain.

Time passed, and you continued to find solace in Tengen's embrace. After a while, your tears began to subside, and you raised your head to meet his gaze. Tengen's eyes softened as he took in the sight of your red, puffy nose, bloodshot eyes, and disheveled hair. With utmost care, he tucked your hair behind your ears and cupped your cheek, his thumb caressing your dampened cheeks.

"Feeling better?" Tengen asked gently, his concern still evident in his voice. You nodded slightly, acknowledging the small shift in your emotions.

"A little."

"Here, drink some water before we talk," Tengen said, his voice filled with concern. He extended his tumbler towards you, and you gratefully accepted it, feeling the cool liquid soothe your parched throat. After taking a few refreshing sips, you returned the tumbler to him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.

"Ready to talk, love?" Tengen asked, his eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and support.

You nodded, your voice still fragile. "Yeah."

With a deep breath, you began to unravel the events of the day, recounting the chance encounter with an old acquaintance. The memories stirred a mix of emotions within you, and you found solace in confiding in Tengen. You spoke about the complexities of your past friendship, once strong but now fractured, and how it had all unraveled during that fateful conversation. The hurtful words, the resurfacing of old wounds, and the subsequent panic attack that had overwhelmed you—every detail spilled from your lips.

As you shared your experiences, you couldn't help but reflect on the toxic dynamics that had plagued your friendship. The realization hit you with a wave of anger, mingled with disappointment in yourself for allowing someone to gaslight you once more. It was a painful reminder of the emotional abuse you had endured from your parents, and now you had unwittingly let someone else inflict similar harm upon you. The weight of it all settled heavily on your shoulders, making you feel unwanted, insignificant, and disposable.

Tengen listened intently, absorbing every word you spoke. His heart ached with each self-deprecating comment you made. He was familiar with the history between you and her, but seeing you break down like this stirred a profound sadness within him.

When you finally finished pouring out your thoughts and emotions, Tengen remained silent for a moment. It seemed as if he wanted to give you space to ensure that you had said everything you needed to, or perhaps he was gathering his own thoughts to share with you. A small chuckle escaped his lips, a tender sound that broke through the heaviness of the conversation. He pulled you into another embrace, holding you tightly as you looked at him with eyes filled with sorrow, silently urging him to continue the conversation.

In that embrace, you found comfort and a glimmer of hope. The weight of the world may have felt crushing, but Tengen's presence reminded you that you were not alone in this struggle. With his support, you felt empowered to face the challenges ahead and find healing from the wounds of the past.

"It's true that you said something hurtful too," Tengen began gently, his voice filled with understanding. "You let your anxiety get the best of you and allowed it to cloud your judgment. Instead of honestly expressing your true feelings, you made assumptions and questioned her friendship. I want you to know that you were not without fault in this situation. But here's the important part—right now, you're actively working on improving yourself, not just for the sake of others but especially for yourself. And you've been doing an incredible job. Your confidence has grown, your communication skills are improving, and you've learned to pause and reflect before speaking. You're making significant progress, y/n, but encountering her today seemed to shake that foundation. It felt as if all your efforts had been in vain. She made you feel worthless once again, and for that, I am deeply sorry you had to go through such pain. I wish I had been there for you."

As Tengen held you tightly in his arms, he felt the tremors coursing through your body. Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over.

"I thought I had moved on from all of this long ago, but seeing her today..." you trailed off, the weight of the emotions choking your voice.

"Yeah, I understand," Tengen interjected, his voice laced with reassurance. "You stood up for yourself admirably, and I'm truly proud of you."

Clutching him tighter, you let your tears flow freely, dampening his dress shirt. "I'm sorry, Tengen. I'm sorry for not confiding in you earlier."

"Shhh, sweetheart, I've told you it's completely fine. Don't apologize," Tengen whispered soothingly, his voice a balm to your troubled soul.

"I-I'm just so used to bottling everything up. I'm scared of opening up because I fear that you might respond the same way she did. I'm accustomed to people belittling my feelings," you confessed, your voice filled with vulnerability.

In response, Tengen tightened his embrace, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. He showered a cascade of kisses upon your head, using every gesture and every word to convey his unwavering love for you.

"I love you," he declared firmly yet tenderly. "I love you so much, y/n. Zenitsu loves you too, Nezuko-chan cares for you too, and everyone in this building loves and cares for you. We wholeheartedly accept every part of you, including your flaws. Though you may have lost her, you still have us. We will never leave your side, y/n. That's a promise I intend to keep for the rest of my life."

You both remained locked in each other's embrace, finding solace and strength in each other's presence. Time seemed to stand still as you allowed yourselves to feel the depth of your emotions, finding comfort and reassurance in the unbreakable bond you shared.

With every ounce of his being, Tengen strived to alleviate your pain, and thankfully, his efforts bore fruit. The weight that burdened your heart still lingered, but its grip gradually loosened with each passing moment.

You shifted slightly, breaking away from the embrace to meet Tengen's gaze. And in that moment, a genuine smile graced your lips—a smile that held a glimmer of hope and gratitude. "Thank you, Tengen," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Tengen's eyes sparkled as he mirrored your smile. "Anytime, my love," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring.

The words hung in the air, carrying with them a profound sense of love and belonging. In the midst of the emotional storm, you found solace in knowing that you were not alone. You were supported, cherished, and loved unconditionally.

"I love you," you affirmed, your voice carrying the weight of your emotions.

"And I love you," Tengen reciprocated, his words carrying a deep resonance that echoed throughout your souls.

In that moment, as the shadows of the past began to fade, you both understood the power of your connection. Love had the ability to heal, to uplift, and to strengthen. And together, you would face the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that you had each other to lean on.

Hand in hand, you faced an uncertain future, united by a love that defied all odds.

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bladewarde · 2 years

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𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔?

anger. laera houses her anger in silence, and unseen, but there is not a single part of her being that remains untouched by the rage she's tenderly nursed for decades. she's mastered how to patiently live with it, ever aware of the inevitable eruption, yet it undeniably controls her: her motives; her choices, and at its centre lie her anger. there are glimpses of it hinting at what's to come. it appears in the downturning of her mouth; the rigidity of her face, and should she give in to the torrent, it rushes forth. her presence demands submission from others, unafraid and unchallenged, and the venomous words she screams are meant to hurt. it shakes her, and when the tides of her anger retreat, she simmers. laera often finds her quiet after these heated outbursts in private. a cathartic release of what she's held inside for far too long, but the unfortunate truth is that it's never enough to bring her peace.

joy. the honesty of her joy is sweet, where in the rarest of moments, laera will allow her guards to falter. she is subdued in this expression of her happiness, pushing aside all the ill-feelings she carries in her chest, and permitting herself to express these feelings in truth. it hurts her face to smile; it hurts to pull a laugh deep from within her stomach. her words aren't so harsh as she teases, and her smile is genuine despite the effort to fight it back. having deprived herself of seeking out her interests as a child, laera is learning to find what brings her joy, and she deeply cherishes these little moments of discovery. embarking on a whirlwind romance in the pages of her favourite novel; spending hours picking through a shopkeep's wares to find the perfect wood carved statue for her shelf; watching the patrons of the market district go about their day while she eats ripened sunmelons -- for a few moments, she can be distracted -- content, as it were, by the simplicity of the things that are meaningful to her.

sadness. her sadness is intimately entwined with her grief, and like much of how laera presents herself, is masking her more vulnerable emotions behind her figurative armour. she's had twenty long years to grieve a life she'll never know, and in the private moments where she recalls the depth of her loss, and how most of her life thus far has been spent unhappy, it weighs on her. unfathomable in its breadth, her sorrows are such that she refuses to share them with others. they eat her from the inside, and laera becomes withdrawn. no amount of keeping her head up can hide the slow deterioration of her inner strength, until she can no longer stand it. it breaks her, and only with her closest of friends will she reveal what's troubling her, yet even in the trusted company of her loved ones, she holds back. she fights her tears through choked breaths, a grimace on her face, as the last bits of her pride roll down her reddened cheeks.

shame / embarrassment. laera will never allow her weaknesses to be used against her, and she viciously defends her shame and embarrassments from being scrutinised. it's too easy to mistake these for her usual abrasiveness; her shortness toward any line of questioning that she fears hover too close to the truth will have a reactionary reponse. she's snappy and rude -- more so than any exhibition of her usual behaviours -- and to the astute, a hint of desperation. a symptom of her self-preservationist qualities: she's desperate to protect her weak spots from being exploited, and will give little hesitation to drawing all attention away from what she's guarding. it's not that she is without humility, but being made aware of her faults so openly feels like a slight, and even if the intention is genuine, more often than not, she reacts negatively.

guilt. there is no room for a guilty conscious when the occupancy of what makes laera herself is at capacity. she has committed acts that most would be remorseful for; actions that would warrant a moment of self-reflection -- not laera. guilt, as she understands it, is an all consuming bother, and an unescapable weight she would much prefer to be without. she is flippant and unaffected, maybe even uncaring, because to dwell on the consequences of her actions would mean to take pause. she can't afford to sit still and think; she needs to be running, moving, constantly and always.

fear / anxiety. fear is her greatest weakness, as it exposes parts of herself she wishes she could completely erase -- wishing they could be replaced with something unafraid and resistant -- but like her anger, laera is entirely controlled by it. the poignancy of her paranoia whispers to her that she will never be allowed absolute freedom; it threatens to strip away her worthiness; everything she has become and cherishes. facing judgement terrifies her because it would mean the end of herself.

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#im so sick of looking at this. it's been DAYS! BUT IT'S DONE.#❛ 𝒍𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒂. / headcanons.

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These Irish idealists built their own eco-village: 'Sustainable living is possible'

Established in 1999, Cloughjordan Ecovillage is Ireland's first eco-village

A group of young environmentalists started a wild plan in the late 1990s to build Ireland's first eco-village to fight the climate crisis. More than twenty years later, the village is half finished.

In the early morning sunbeams play with the morning mist among the full apple trees in the Irish eco-village of Cloughjordan[1] (pronounced: klokdjorden). It is quiet. Farmer Pat Malone rides a bicycle towards his horses, his dog runs ahead of him. Pa Finucane cruises along the narrow asphalt roads in his red hybrid Hyundai to the supermarket, to get The Irish Times and oat milk for the guests of his hostel.

Malone and Finucane occupy two of the now 55 houses in the eco-village, that has about the size of fifty football fields. The houses are grouped together in small clusters. They are large houses that you might just come across in newly created residential districts in other countries. In the middle is a large co-working building, the central heating boilers and a park with solar panels. These mark the transition to the edible forest, the various gardens, the amphitheatre and the community farm.

Those 55 houses are considered a disappointment; the plan was that there would already be 130. The start went very well, in the late 1990s. The idea arose among visitors to an organic market in Dublin – about a two-hour drive from Cloughjordan. “A lot of us were activists,” said Davie Philip, one of the founders. “We blocked roads and a few of us were arrested for destroying the sugar beets of the multinational Monsanto. But something was going on. Throughout Europe, activists turned into pro-activists. Instead of being against something, they started talking about what they were actually for.”

Two meadows

Likewise in Ireland. Philip and a few others founded Sustainable Projects Ireland[2], an educational institution that became the parent company of the eco-village. It was the start of a two-year exploratory process in which ideas were formed, experts were consulted, field trips undertaken and new members recruited through monthly information evenings on the market. The 'project' then bought two pastures next to the original rural village of Cloughjordan.

Philip: “Our project was given a different model than existing eco-villages. By integrating with an existing village, we wanted to play a role in the regeneration of the countryside. The eco-village brought new people as customers to the existing stores, who were train users and sent their children to school.”

Making rural life flourish seems to have been successful. While facilities are closing in surrounding villages, Cloughjordan still has two primary schools, a supermarket and two pubs open – even more facilities have been opened such as a bookshop and cafe.

Show that it is possible

Veronica Ryan – one of the first residents – was particularly motivated by those words 'sustainable' and 'building' from the village's slogan: 'Building Sustainable Community'. “Sustainable living was still a topic that was not much discussed. We wanted to show that it was possible.” When later on it was discovered that the village had the lowest ecological footprint in Ireland, it was an important milestone and confirmation for her and the community, she says.

According to Ryan, sustainability is primarily apparent from the choices made when building. “The houses were then definitely cutting-edge in terms of energy efficiency, we were the only one in Ireland to have a central heating system and the water drainage system was also unique. Fortunately, society has now overtaken us on most points.”

Ryan works part-time for the eco-village and coordinates the education group. From the beginning, it was the desire to share the lessons learned with the outside world. And that happens. For example, in the weekly tour of the ecovillage and the giving of courses. They also welcome university students who do research and regularly visit groups from different backgrounds. Ryan: “Professors say they bring their students here because it gives them hope that one can achieve something.”

Edible forest

Sustainability is also apparent from the way the land is organised. A third is intended for housing, a third for agriculture and a third for an edible forest. For Ryan, that's important: “We share the planet with nature.” Hundreds of fruit and nut trees are planted on that land. At this time of year, the apple trees are full and the village has just had an unexpectedly large first cherry harvest.

The community farm is another initiative to explore a sustainable lifestyle. It is owned by the approximately seventy members who together pay the salary of the two farmers and the necessary investments. In exchange for sixteen euros per adult per week, they have unlimited harvest authorisation. The farmers grow about 40different crops using traditional farming techniques and ensure the arrival of young people in the community: every year there is room for six European volunteers who help for a year.

Growing food

The village has several agricultural initiatives, such as the research garden called the RED Gardens, the organic cattle ranch Crawfords Farm just outside the village and The Night Orchard, that makes apple cider. There is also its own ecological bakery.

Joe Fitzmaurice and his wife own a bakery with a wood-fired oven. They now bake rye and sourdough bread for which they only use organic flour, without chemical additives. Fitzmaurice himself started baking less and less bread. Instead, he teaches courses so that people can bake themselves.

People with strong opinions

However, not everything goes without a struggle. Davie Philip: “95 percent of the communities that start are falling apart because of conflict”. He no longer lives in the eco-village himself. “There are people with strong opinions,” explains Veronica Ryan. She also sees the positive side. “Because we've been through so much together, trust has been built up.”

One of the crises that shaped the village was the financial crisis in 2008. The master plan was to build 133 homes. All lots were sold and paid for. Due to the crisis, people had to withdraw and there are now only 55 houses. As a result, the loans have still not been repaid, the costs of the central facilities have to be borne by fewer people and the work involved in building a village has to be done by fewer people.

Yet that crisis at the beginning may now be an opportunity. Philip remains idealistic: “I am not interested in a village with large eco-houses. I question personal ownership. Why don't we let the houses belong to a cooperative?” He prefers to build houses where people can live together and he experiments with cheaper forms of living so that young people can also come to the village.

The question is therefore what will be connected to the black pipes that still protrude from the ground on the undeveloped lots. According to Philip, the village is slowly turning into a retirement home if no action is taken. Will the village be able to reinvent itself and provide space for a second generation of young families and idealists with wild plans?

Source

Gerrit Post: Deze Ierse idealisten bouwden hun eigen ecodorp: ‘Duurzaam leven kan’, in: Trouw, 10-10-2022; https://www.trouw.nl/cs-b05c55d9.

[1] Cloughjordan, officially Cloghjordan is a town in County Tipperary in Ireland.

[2] https://environmentalpillar.ie/sustainable-projects-ireland-cloughjordan-eco-village/

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stensgaardmcdaniel60 · 1 year

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Make sure that to pick out ones that fit your face well, and take a look at them on before making your buy. These small improvements can make an enormous distinction! Technically, small workplace appliances or equipment also count as office provides. Office hours were something but. This solution is straightforward to make use of, facilitates direct communication to the workplace and is available on each Android and iOS. Also, if the drive shouldn't be flushed thoroughly after every use, "exotic" species, like zebra mussels and invasive plants, can stow away inside the craft. Although it's tough to observe your kid's Internet use, you'll be able to display an interest in which Internet sites your child visits, who he contacts, and the way he makes use of the Internet. Do not buy items, corresponding to T-shirts, with your kid's title on them. Cash would develop into the only safe means to purchase issues, setting the worldwide economic system again many years. Ready to purchase? Keep reading. It’s additionally quick and easy to implement, merely download and set up to individual units and the app is ready to work immediately. It doesn't mosey alongside: It runs as fast as it might to the bottom. Any appliance that runs on electricity may be linked to the system. The Garmin Edge GPS Computer system is a high-decision system that keeps you updated on the state and site of your possession. The Zeno acne therapy machine may be that better way -- it is a zit zapper that radiates heat to destroy the bacteria chargeable for breakouts. The Zeno Acne Device is designed to shock bacteria with heat -- it reaches a temperature of 118.5 degrees Fahrenheit (forty eight degrees Celsius) and delivers a centered heat remedy to pimples forming beneath the skin. Why choose a SureSafe lone worker system? This is the reason we've focused on the non-24/7 monitoring units. Is there an expert monitoring group available 24/7? Although the tracker system is persistently rated high among know-how and gadget evaluation websites, the main complaint concerning the GPS monitoring system was that it would only work with Pc-based working methods. The ThermaClear system works in a way much like the Zeno, however it's utilized for two and a half seconds -- versus the 2 and a half minutes required for the Zeno. Installation takes seconds, and operations start in mere minutes. This is especially true in conditions the place your employees may be faced with working alone, this may solely be for a few minutes while another member of workers has to leave the room (or building), or for a full day as a result of a member of employees unexpectedly calls in sick which leads to another member of staff being on their very own for the day. Here is a listing of stuff you in all probability know you should not do in a thunderstorm: (1) fly a kite, (2) stand below a tree, (3) wrap yourself in metallic armor and play touch soccer, (4) put an antenna in your head, (5) stand on prime of the Empire State Building and taunt Mother Nature or (6) name somebody and make her sing "My Favorite Things" to calm you. Create house automation scenarios with IFTTT and join your favourite providers together. A smart fire alarm can unlock doorways, name emergency services and gentle up a path to safety. These services embody Secured by Design. These embody gear specs and ideas for the whole lot from the type of base floor to design and association of the play space. As increasingly more kids use the Internet to do homework, play games, and chat with associates, it turns into extra necessary for folks to set rules and limitations to protect their children. Teach her to play within the yard or on the sidewalk and to keep away from the road. Start by researching some fundamental questions: What do Wall Street analysts anticipate from the company's next earnings report? Children taking part in on the sidewalk could also be hit by a automotive that jumps the curb, or they could also be struck in the event that they venture into the road. Therefore, it is vital to keep tabs on what your kids are doing online and make sure they're consistently behaving well and safely -- even if they haven't hit the magic 13 threshold yet. Even if you are no handyman and you don't seek out alternatives to repair or construct things, it is best to nonetheless keep some staple items of safety tools on hand for when DIY tasks come up. No such law has been drafted, however the company is still pursuing the matter. United States Environmental Protection Agency.

United States Department of Agriculture. Well, the U.S. Department of Justice has lobbied for a regulation mandating that tech companies develop instruments that may enable law enforcement to avoid encryption and entry information on their clients' gadgets. And if there is a skeleton key to break encryption for regulation enforcement, the folks who've access to it can be millionaires many times over promoting it to hackers, and a few of them inevitably will. Today, this kind of hacking requires tricking the consumer into giving hackers access to their computer systems and web connections. GPS works greatest with an unobstructed view of the sky and can be restrained if a user is positioned in a building, surrounded by dense bushes, or if there's a closely clouded sky. Using a radio signal, a GPS device detects when a satellite tv for pc is orbiting the Earth and sends that signal to a cellphone. As an example, many no monthly fee GPS trackers work by storing information which is then later recovered when the GPS tracker machine is retrieved. Amber Alert GPS Inc. - The corporate affords private security monitoring gadgets corresponding to Active Halo. It presents actual-time connectivity and is waterproof and very durable. Voyce, a waterproof good collar, not solely displays the resting heart price and variety of calories a dog burns, but it also has a objective-setting function. Most single-perform coronary heart fee monitors include a chest-strap sensor that transmits coronary heart charge knowledge to a watch. The Omron HeartGuide Smart Watch consists of an integrated blood pressure wrist cuff. Water flows via the engine or by a closed system that features a chemical coolant. A simple lighting system is relatively low cost, whereas a wise home theater system can run into the 1000's. Since you've received all this newfound time, others will assume you can arrange the college bake sale or run the holiday get together committee. A backdoor allowing a 3rd get together to read particulars of transactions means there will likely be a constructed-in strategy to snoop on countless bank card purchases. It also could possibly be used to seize on-line banking sessions and different private information helpful for blackmail, identity and credit card fraud. Even then, using the ATM means risking having your PIN and debit card numbers swiped inside a now easily penetrable community. It can even wake you up if you're sleeping. Instinctively slowing down to avoid an accident is dangerous and can result in a whole lack of steering energy. If you must rise up and down and reposition yourself usually, kneepads work nice. Fears, Danika. "Rescue puppies get stunning stand-in mom: A capybara." Today. Now you've gotten an thought of easy methods to get started. Manufactured within the UK at our headquarters in Brackley, Northamptonshire, we have now the expertise and stability to support you and your system now and into the future. Modern inverters have some in-built security options that make them even simpler to use. And with the use of location beacons along with ground plans, visibility of entries is retained even and not using a direct GPS signal and for various floors or ranges. If they persist, he should run or yell and even battle if the particular person makes an attempt to touch him. A run within the storm, nevertheless, might. In reality, a child is much much less more likely to be abducted than to be in a automobile accident; nonetheless, media attention would lead individuals to believe that little one abduction is quite widespread. Of the children which might be abducted, 25 percent are taken by strangers; most abducted youngsters are taken by someone they know. Establish a code word for emergency use in case your youngster needs to be picked up by someone else. This can also be placed on a pre-set timer, so that in the event that they don’t press the button inside that point-frame, somebody is alerted to the scenario. For example, personal safety devices, lone worker alarms, and CCTV may help different staff members monitor the security and site of lone workers throughout a pure disaster or emergency scenario. For the GPS, it's going to observe the GPS location of the phone. You will discover funds-pleasant alarms for $5-$15, these with a few added options like a flashlight for $15-$30 and those with superior features like GPS and Bluetooth capabilities from $30-$50. Want to seek out out more about our lone worker alarms and wireless man down alarm system? The chef says that the gadget not only cuts down on prep time however he is ready to keep his space free from clutter within the kitchen. He says that almost all individuals are genuinely focused on political matters, however we have been scarred by dangerous experiences with co-workers.

The term biofeedback, which describes how individuals enhance their well being through the use of alerts from their own our bodies, often conjures up pictures of patients hunkered down in geeked-out hospital rooms with sensors and devices strapped to their bodies. In board rooms across the UK and particularly those of field service based mostly organisations, the proactive steps that can be taken to make sure lone worker safety is often a key merchandise on the agenda. Instead of using a key and door handle to open the door, the sensible residence reads your scanned fingerprint or a four-digit code. In 1993, Congress thought of a law mandating the use of the so-called "Clipper chip," which would retailer a duplicate of an encryption key for legislation enforcement and permit the decryption of secure information with a warrant. That's why so many individuals exit of their way to use cleansing washes and acne-combating creams to eliminate them -- or apply make-up to make them much less noticeable. It's as much as all operators and passengers to verify they use their watercraft safely and in compliance with local legal guidelines. In this text, we will explore how these craft operate, and we'll examine the security, environmental and authorized concerns associated to their use. The reply is for a wide range of reasons, together with saving power costs, private safety, even better consolation. The smart house makes use of numerous photo voltaic vitality so that you save on electricity. While iPads aren't properly equipped for plenty of typing (until you really like touch screens), they're great if you want to do some reading, on-line shopping, shopping, taking a look at/posting photographs or even Skyping. A hatchback four-door joined the combo for 2002 for even broader market coverage. The vendor affords primary community coverage in the US, Canada, and Mexico, but can offer a distinct or international sim card, if required. As you can see, if you happen to dont modify the default SSID of your router a would-be intruder armed with a few typical SSIDs from vital makers will likely be able to find your wireless network fairly effortlessly. Some vehicles, akin to those geared up with the Ford Sync system, faucet into the Internet connection on a driver's smartphone or a wireless USB adapter. Cell telephones have had the flexibility to obtain Amber alerts since 2005 via an SMS text message based program called the Wireless Amber Alert program. If or when the senior walks exterior the virtual boundary a direct notification will be despatched by way of e mail or textual content message to upwards of 100 totally different relations or essential contacts. This software permits stalkers to learn sent and acquired text messages and listen to phone calls. With StaySafe, a GPS location is distributed with the panic alarm to ensure help may be despatched directly the lone worker. This SMS will include the Google Maps link, merely tapping the link will display the placement of the wanderer on Google Maps. Marsal, Katie. "Women need Apple's iPhone, men desire Google Android, Nielsen finds." AppleInsider. You'll also wish to take a very good look at the atmosphere around the cache to verify it is not being adversely impacted by guests. A mechanic needs to see what they're working on to verify all goes properly for the shopper. It goes straight to the point and creates driving studies, geofences, and alerts when wanted. Their tracker can be armed remotely by way of your telephone, at which level the tool begins signaling its position by connecting to the Pixie tracker community. And if you are speaking on the phone, the tip of the wiring just happens to be your ear. What's more, the injury done to your interior ear is permanent. What’s extra, if your worker is just not where you anticipated them to be, this may occasionally raise false flags. Those laws are designed to lower the danger of foodborne illnesses by setting guidelines about employee handwashing, wearing gloves when dealing with prepared-to-eat foods, maintaining minimal inside cooking temperatures for meats, amongst other standards. While this seems anodyne sufficient from a political standpoint, the lack of specificity indicates that the DOJ needs some option to decrypt information on command with a warrant, despite security consultants saying that such a approach simply doesn't exist as a result of the principles of mathematics. Follow the foundations of the street. From air site visitors to road traffic, security is turning into a more pressing difficulty, and a few individuals feel that they're being monitored extra closely than ever earlier than. Make sure she knows the right way to learn site visitors indicators. Read on to learn the way. Read about how parental supervision increases playground security subsequent.

The requirements also stress that secure playgrounds require ample supervision and maintenance, as effectively pretty much as good design. A couple of years later, Kawasaki Motors launched the JET-SKI® watercraft, which turned so well-liked that many folks now refer to all personal watercraft as "jet skis." Within the mid-1980s, different manufacturers developed their own models, and Bombardier re-launched its SEA-DOO design. That's the essential idea of a private watercraft. It might sound like a good suggestion but, like quite a bit issues, sounding right simply doesn't reduce it. In the event you don’t have the cash to afford your high deductible at a moment’s notice, like in the case of a automobile accident, this insurance coverage isn’t right for you. Asking particular questions about how they protect your money might assist ease many fears about how -- and how typically -- people who financial institution online lose cash. You need to address many pertinent questions when deciding what system will work greatest for you. Large inverters are used as emergency energy backup, so determine how many hours the system will run. UPS pilots additionally fly at probably the most fuel-environment friendly speeds potential to meet their delivery deadlines and run just one engine when taxiing to conserve gasoline. It is also the first iPhone with video recording, and it contains straightforward-to-use video enhancing software that permits you to tweak your clips on the fly. Try the video beneath for a rundown of its many features. Police body cameras are specialized video recorders designed to doc what frontline officers see in the line of obligation. Though it helps you feel you take steps to protect your children, it will not forestall their disappearance. I don't feel strongly. Whatever you do, don't enable yourself to really feel responsible for being a working father or mother and having a family. For a corporation, the good thing about hiring freelancers isn't having to pay them when it does not need them. Nevertheless, having a cellular phone in my car aided me improve my group. The second-technology Jaguar XJ was actually when, mostly resulting from design adjustments within the face of safety laws, the looks of the car took on features that will last into the nineteen nineties. Equipped both with one of two straight-six engines or a V12, there have been over 91,000 collection II XJs constructed, with about 14,000 being V12 units. UK Lone worker alarms The 300 dominated NASCAR in 1955-56, and might have continued to take action had the Automobile Manufacturers Association not agreed to de-emphasize racing after 1957. But it was well worth the expense, boosting model-12 months quantity to over 150,000 units and bringing look up to par with efficiency finally. Four-stroke fashions usually have 4 cylinders. The only recorded journey-associated death at Universal Studios was in 2004, when a 39-12 months-old man from Apopka, Florida died after sustaining a head damage from stepping four toes off the Revenge of the Mummy’s loading platform. Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck, is about the final days of the well-known outlaw and the man who betrayed and killed him. The third buddy is getting a flat envelope containing a pair of tickets to see the One Man Star Wars Trilogy. Select a pair with traits that are best suited on your most typical chores and projects. Intersecting runways -- Runways that cross one another are common at airports where the prevailing winds can change throughout the year. Without water from the steering nozzle, the boat can't change course. The fact of the battlefield necessitates steady change within the pursuit to remain a step ahead of the enemy. If the goggles keep on the bridge of your nose comfortably, you have received a superb match. Individuals might have assorted results with the Zeno, but if you employ it in line with its operating instructions, your odds of success are good. We, nonetheless, have excellent news for you: It’s doable to track someone’s phone with out their consciousness. Plenty of government companies have taken steps to reduce considerations about noise, security and pollution. It's necessary to grasp a few security concerns earlier than getting on a private watercraft. And the reliability of helmets has not been confirmed in personal watercraft accidents. Playground Safety Though they not often result in dying, playground accidents are the leading cause of injury to elementary college kids. This ensures that it will not transfer about and cause danger. Both rock climbing and skydiving have an element of hazard. Cons: You'll have to keep eye on privateness of your data. To keep your baby secure in the automotive, drive carefully and defensively. In the one- to four-year-old age group, two thirds of the youngsters who're killed in automotive accidents are occupants of a car, and one third are pedestrians struck by a automotive.

To make sure your child is not struck by a car, train her to respect the road and to walk defensively. Launched as the 4 seat Dino 308 GT/4, these had been Maranello’s first Ferrari-badged highway cars with out a 12-cylinder engine. As she gets older, teach her to look each ways earlier than crossing the road. It's an electronically controlled strong cover plate that works with electric coil stovetops and a mechanism installed inside the stove to routinely shut off the burner when it will get too scorching or stays on for an prolonged time period. The ignition button, normally discovered on the handlebars, sends a sign to an electric beginning motor. Mobility units vary from walking canes and walkers to subtle wheelchairs and electric scooters. The JPL has also used a Rift with a Virtuix Omni treadmill and panoramic pictures captured by the Curiosity rover to simulate walking on Mars. A slice of pizza is probably one of the best food choices in the event you plan on consuming while walking down the sidewalk. Search for and down and side to aspect. “After lunch, a gaggle of us went over to the manufacturing facility, shut down for the occasion,” Goodfellow continued. Protective goggles are larger than typical reading glasses (some fashions are designed to suit over your glasses), and so they wrap around the sides of your face. Some models are also designed to allow the operator to lean into turns as they would on a motorbike. Newer fashions use a computer to re-begin the jet drive if the operator simultaneously releases the throttle and turns the handlebars laborious in one course. If you utilize the Zeno before the pustule absolutely forms, there is a ninety p.c chance the potential pimple won't progress into a painful protrusion. Once it's charged and you have a pimple beginning to type, fireplace up the machine -- three tones will point out that the Zeno is on. But crucial precaution would not concern your driving abilities, but fairly one easy plastic and metallic device -- a automotive seat. Armstrong, Amanda. Real Simple. Birdie did its best to maintain it so simple as humanly potential. As much as we try to explain we want to keep them safe, they will see us as their daughters, not health advisors. Its lithium-ion battery lasts around 2.5 weeks earlier than needing a recharge, and Spytec sells a separate battery add-on for many who need an excellent greater battery. Mobile apps and gadgets could be carried on a worker’s person or even worn around the neck or clipped to clothing. Gives safety wherever you've got a cell phone sign, whether you’re home, in the office, or ‘out and about’. It was previously referred to because the Commercial Mobile Alert System (CMAS) or the personal Localized Alerting Network (PLAN). OnStar techniques function over a digital cellular community in the United States, and its clients can contact the service 24 hours a day with the push of a button of their cars. Then, the engine takes over powering the craft. The craft's engine rotates the impeller by way of a drive shaft. The impeller is a rotor-like device that sits inside a cylindrical passageway within the physique of the craft. Among the various items contained in the shed is toolbox, at the underside of that are a dozen spare and random keys, one in every of which opens your home. Tight-fitting styles make it easier to handle items and to really feel what you are doing via the fabric. There are a great deal of types and supplies to choose from. There are even straightforward-to-comply with self-protection classes for kids. Even if the passenger is belted in, it's almost impossible to hold onto a baby in a crash. For example, to carry onto a ten-pound infant in a collision at 30 miles per hour requires the identical quantity of power as lifting 300 pounds one foot off the bottom! But more generally, a toddler is harm when a car through which she is a passenger is concerned in a collision. This retains the boat from touring very far and reduces the likelihood of a collision. This feature can help get the boat into and out of the water or get out of a tight space. However, the jargon associated to those devices can generally be difficult to know, and with three different technique of installation, it is usually a challenge to get the right balance of performance and worth. Read on to see if the Zeno is best for you. Read how kidnappings can be prevented subsequent by by no means leaving a child alone in a public place.

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