Tiger Shark
Part 4: The Anchor
Chapter 25
Four’s victors get home a week later. I am still on Chip 1, and starting to wonder how long they each are, but I am more excited to have Finnick back. Dad makes supper for whoever wants it. Unsurprisingly, Cellin and Manta decline, but the rest of us and Jade enjoy salmon and rice. Jade leaves right after supper, followed not long after by Beck and Mags. Dad has an early morning at work, so Finnick and I do the dishes before dragging ourselves to bed.
I almost don’t want to ask, because I know how much it will hurt. But I need to know. “Could we have done it?”
Laying on his side, Finnick shrugs as best he can. “You didn’t have anything to make that threat with. And…” he hesitates, thinking. “Would you really want to? Think about what those two have to do now, for the rest of their lives. Whether or not they’re in love now, which, frankly, I doubt, at least on Katniss’s end, they have to act that in love for the rest of their lives. They can’t break up, ever. They have to get married and live happily ever after, and never not be totally, completely, suicidally in love with each other.”
I hadn’t thought about that. “Even if we had done it, we might have grown apart. Actually, I’m sure we would have. We approached the Games so differently, it… it made lots of things about Mako that I either hadn’t noticed or had been ignoring come more to the front. And we wouldn’t have had that option.”
Finnick shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s going to happen with those two. It’s uncharted waters.”
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Even before their Victory Tour starts, I can tell something is off. There is a feeling in the air of change, that staticky sensation that comes right before a storm at sea. Finnick and I watch their speeches. Everywhere, the crowds are tense. Peacekeeper presence is high in the poorer districts. Even Four, which usually enjoys an easy relationship with our Peacekeepers, gets a trainload shipped in for the Tour.
The day before the banquet, Finnick and I are sitting on the pier, watching a patrol boat going back and forth along the recreational part of the shoreline. “Things are playing out,” Finnick says quietly. “But whether we’ll have a Megary situation is yet to be discovered.”
“You don’t think the Capitol would kill them?”
“I don’t know. We’ve never had two victors before. And apparently more people than me believe they aren’t as in love as all that. Which makes it look like an act of rebellion, not an act of desperation.”
“Everything feels weird.”
He nods. “I didn’t get invited to the party in the Capitol. Which, normally, I wouldn’t be concerned about, but none of the other victors have either. The ones I’ve talked to, anyway.”
“They won’t try to get rid of them there.”
“No, too public. But they are cutting them off from the rest of us. I’ll bet that’s the last thing they want, any of us being friends with those two. We’ve already gotten in trouble for being a little too loud in our discontent and paid for it with Megary, and now they’ve got two victors who won by defiance. That’s a lot of bitterness in one room.”
“And in a group of people with a lot of power. If the victors ever all stood up and said enough is enough, we’d turn some heads.”
“And get shot,” Finnick snorts.
“Do you ever think it might be worth it, though? They can pass off Megary’s death as a heart attack, or whatever they called it, some freak thing that tragically took a beloved victor from us, but what happens if the fifty-however-many of us that are left all stood up and said no? They can’t kill us all, because if we all die, it’s on them. We can’t all have convenient accidents at the same time.”
“No, but they can kill a lot of parents and a lot of kids. Brothers and sisters, husbands, wives. Who would it take to stop you? Jade and Coral? Your dad? If they held a gun to Augustus’s head, would you give up? They’ve got a list for everyone. Otherwise we would have pushed back by now. But not everyone is as lucky as Johanna, to have no one left they can threaten. Most of us have people. And I’d love to fight, but…” He takes a deep breath. “But I’m not going to let them do anything to you.”
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Yet another sign of things being different this year is that we are not invited to the meal after the victory speech. Usually mandatory for all living victors, the banquet simply isn’t mentioned to any of us. We watch the speeches in front of the Justice Building, and then we are sent home to Victor’s Village, where we have to cook our own supper.
“I might rebel over having to cook my own shrimp tonight,” Finnick says as he boils water for noodles. “I look forward to that stupid meal every year, and now they take that away from me too.”
I sleep badly that night, plagued by a dream in which Mako and I did pull off a dual-victory and are now on our Victory Tour, but someone gets to every district just hours before us and spreads the rumor that I am in love with Gloss and Mako with one of our neighbors, so the tour is a failure because no one in the districts believes that we love each other. I am so worked up when I wake that I leave Finnick to sleep alone and I wander the streets for a few hours. When the sun starts to come up, I go back home.
“Gonna rain today?” Finnick mumbles as I crawl back into bed.
“Probably. How’d you know?”
“You’re cold, so you’ve been outside. I assumed you had a guess about the weather.”
“I make no promises about the rain, but something’s coming. I can just feel it.”
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Prompt 314
Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else.
But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver.
But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.
Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too.
So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake.
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Joel is Lizzie's personal guard; and perhaps a little bit more than that.
His father was the commander of the Coral Crest army, so he lived in the castle from a young age and spent a great deal of time with Lizzie by proximity. They were the best of friends growing up and they spent pretty much every single day together. They would often times hang out around Joel's dad on the training grounds, pestering him to teach them how to use a sword to no end, until he finally caved and taught them simple fighting forms to get them to leave him alone.
They got into all sorts of trouble together over the years. They were practically inseparable.
On Joel's 17th birthday he gained knighthood and became Lizzie's personal guard, taking a pledge that he would protect her with his life (though he would have done that regardless of some silly oath binding them).
This promotion, of course, meant that they spent even more time together, and subsequently grew even more close. So close, in fact, that it was not out of the question for the two of them to steal the occasional kiss just out of view of prying eyes.
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Do Nightcloud and Leafpool ever talk after the gathering? Or will it be a case of forever misunderstanding?
I think I want to add a moment in Nightcloud's Pannage. I got fixated on it last night and made a pretty rough outline; but a BIG snag I hit is that I don't have a fantastic ending in mind.
I have these little scenes linked together by Nightcloud encountering each humbug, ending with her being injured, saved by Marge, and then spending a week or so recovering with Pickle. But something isn't clicking enough yet. I might get all my ideas together and then release it so I can get feedback.
But anyway-- to answer the question, I think I should have Night and Leaf just chat at a Gathering. SUPER briefly. They'll never be friends, but I think it'll benefit Nightcloud to realize that Leafpool caught SO much more shit than she did. They're both victims of Crowf in different ways, and it was never fair to hate Leafpool for her awful husband's actions.
After a life of hating Leafpool, thinking she was a pawn of Firestar in "finding" the Moonpool, furious of how Crowfeather seemed to be awfully fond of her, going absolutely ballistic when she found out she BIRTHED Crowf's other children; I think it's good for Nightcloud to slow down and realize demonizing her was easy. And Leaf is still dealing with that fallout; even though she's reinstated as a Cleric.
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