Post by Seek on May 5, 2013 7:05:13 GMT 10
Title: Distance
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 516 words
Summary: After some distance, they meet again. Hunger Games AU.
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 1D
Notes: Part of the Flashfire Games series.
Warnings: Implied kids killing kids.
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For all that the Capitol is willing to put them in shirts and trousers in the Arena, her stylist fills her closet with nothing but dresses. Raoul just laughs, and tells her that she’s free to borrow his pants whenever she wants to. Buri makes a face, smacks him, and tells him that she’d be swimming in anything of his. Alanna, however, is almost always seen in shirts and trousers and a ferocious scowl on her face. She nods in understanding when Buri approaches her, and lends her a pair of trousers and a shirt that don’t fit too badly.
It causes a stir when she and Raoul go to a café that Alanna has recommended for a meal, and for a while, there’s speculation that she’s wearing his shirts. President Ozorne soon puts paid to that.
At home, Thayet has an accident and is soon recovering. Buri returns to dresses but the damage has already been done, and she finds more trousers and shirts in her closet.
Raoul keeps his distance for a while. It’s safer that way.
She misses him, and she doesn’t realise how close they’ve become as friends until Raoul isn’t there.
They meet again, though. It’s almost inevitable and they’re both mentoring Tributes this year. They glance at each other warily.
“Are you alright?” Raoul asks, hands in the pockets of his dark trousers.
Buri nods. “I’m fine,” she says. “How’s your family?”
Raoul shrugs. “Could be better.” He adds, quickly, “My father’s fine.”
“Great-aunt Sebila?”
He breaks out in that boyish grin. “Unfortunately, well. How’s Thayet?”
“Recovered,” Buri says. “Thankfully.”
She fell down a flight of stairs, she remembers telling Raoul. Raoul said, then, shhh. Pressed his finger to her lips. They glance around them. She’ll never be able to see feathers in the same light, ever again.
“Good to hear,” Raoul says. “Send her my regards, will you?”
“Always.”
A short silence falls, for a while. There’s too much to talk about and they can’t really start, not here. Buri picks something safe, instead. “How are your Tributes this year?”
Raoul makes a face. “Usual Career beefcakes. What else?”
She snorts. “As if no one thought you were a Career beefcake.”
He grins. “Well, they changed their minds, in the Arena. These, though. They’re really beefcakes. Trying to get something out of the girl is like squeezing water from a rock. I’ve just told them to make their alliance and get on with it. Are your Tributes any different?”
Buri’s smile is more bared teeth than anything else. “I actually taught this pair, so we’ll see how much they remember. A few days in my hands and they might actually stand some chance.” Some chance is better than none at all, and she keeps telling herself that she’s not just trying to deceive herself, that one day, someone from Ten might walk out of that Arena.
After all, she did.
“In your hands?” Raoul snorts. “I’d hate to see what happens to them by the time they go into the Arena.”
Buri’s elbow lodges itself firmly in his side.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 516 words
Summary: After some distance, they meet again. Hunger Games AU.
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 1D
Notes: Part of the Flashfire Games series.
Warnings: Implied kids killing kids.
-
For all that the Capitol is willing to put them in shirts and trousers in the Arena, her stylist fills her closet with nothing but dresses. Raoul just laughs, and tells her that she’s free to borrow his pants whenever she wants to. Buri makes a face, smacks him, and tells him that she’d be swimming in anything of his. Alanna, however, is almost always seen in shirts and trousers and a ferocious scowl on her face. She nods in understanding when Buri approaches her, and lends her a pair of trousers and a shirt that don’t fit too badly.
It causes a stir when she and Raoul go to a café that Alanna has recommended for a meal, and for a while, there’s speculation that she’s wearing his shirts. President Ozorne soon puts paid to that.
At home, Thayet has an accident and is soon recovering. Buri returns to dresses but the damage has already been done, and she finds more trousers and shirts in her closet.
Raoul keeps his distance for a while. It’s safer that way.
She misses him, and she doesn’t realise how close they’ve become as friends until Raoul isn’t there.
They meet again, though. It’s almost inevitable and they’re both mentoring Tributes this year. They glance at each other warily.
“Are you alright?” Raoul asks, hands in the pockets of his dark trousers.
Buri nods. “I’m fine,” she says. “How’s your family?”
Raoul shrugs. “Could be better.” He adds, quickly, “My father’s fine.”
“Great-aunt Sebila?”
He breaks out in that boyish grin. “Unfortunately, well. How’s Thayet?”
“Recovered,” Buri says. “Thankfully.”
She fell down a flight of stairs, she remembers telling Raoul. Raoul said, then, shhh. Pressed his finger to her lips. They glance around them. She’ll never be able to see feathers in the same light, ever again.
“Good to hear,” Raoul says. “Send her my regards, will you?”
“Always.”
A short silence falls, for a while. There’s too much to talk about and they can’t really start, not here. Buri picks something safe, instead. “How are your Tributes this year?”
Raoul makes a face. “Usual Career beefcakes. What else?”
She snorts. “As if no one thought you were a Career beefcake.”
He grins. “Well, they changed their minds, in the Arena. These, though. They’re really beefcakes. Trying to get something out of the girl is like squeezing water from a rock. I’ve just told them to make their alliance and get on with it. Are your Tributes any different?”
Buri’s smile is more bared teeth than anything else. “I actually taught this pair, so we’ll see how much they remember. A few days in my hands and they might actually stand some chance.” Some chance is better than none at all, and she keeps telling herself that she’s not just trying to deceive herself, that one day, someone from Ten might walk out of that Arena.
After all, she did.
“In your hands?” Raoul snorts. “I’d hate to see what happens to them by the time they go into the Arena.”
Buri’s elbow lodges itself firmly in his side.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!