Post by Seek on May 5, 2013 7:12:51 GMT 10
Title: Dinner
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 572 words
Summary: Buri and Raoul have a dinner conversation. 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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“Did you hear?” Buri asks over dinner. They’ve managed to get a hamper of food from the Avoxes and have stolen up to the roof garden (sometimes she thinks of it as their garden) to eat it, away from prying eyes and bird feathers. “Everyone’s calling them the star-crossed lovers.”
Raoul frowns, tearing off the top of his roll. “There’s no telling what Yuki thinks of him, though.”
Buri snorts. “Since when does that matter? They’re still being portrayed that way. They’re telling themselves that she’s hiding her feelings, or that she hasn’t worked them through yet, or even that his love is unrequited, which might very well be the case. She’s from Four and he’s from One. They love it. Apple juice?” she offers him the bottle, and he accepts it. She knows now that he likes the apple juice here, the way it is light and rich with spices. He deftly pries the cap off and takes a long sip.
“I know,” Raoul mutters. In a single move, Neal Queenscove has turned from the awkward, droll Tribute to the awkward young man desperately in love with the cold Yuki Daiomoru of District Four. “It’s a master stroke, really, but Alanna swears she hadn’t coached him.”
“But she knew he was taken with the girl from Four,” Buri says. “It’s the only way she could have known.”
Raoul nods. “It looks that way, in any case. She was probably just hoping that it would fix any damage he was going to cause himself. With a training score like his, it won’t be much of a problem.”
“Biggest understatement of the year,” Buri scoffs. “I can think of another Tribute who got a ten,” she adds, staring at him pointedly.
He waves her off with the uncapped bottle of apple juice. “Come on,” Raoul says, grinning all the same, “Tens aren’t that common but they do happen.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Buri taunts, “They just liked your curls.”
“I like them,” Raoul says, pretending to be wounded. He’s been lying lazily on his stomach; now he props himself up with his elbows. “I’d have given you a ten for the braids. How do you manage all of them together anyway?”
“Practice, and waking up early in the morning. I haven’t seen you up until past noon.”
“Aw, Buri!” he protests. “Anyway, the sponsors must be loving it. I’ve been having some trouble signing up sponsors for my Tributes, and that’s hard. Even though they’re both so constipated and stiff that I could paint them over and use them as shields.”
She rolls her eyes at that, but doesn’t disagree. The girl from Two tried to be charming and it fell flat. The boy answered every question in a monotone. It’d gotten boring quickly in light of Neal’s interview. “Raoul?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we’d found ourselves together in that Arena?”
Raoul is silent, for a long time. Finally, he says, lightly, “You’d take me down too quickly for me to do anything about it, of course.”
“As if, you great giant. You’d hit me over the head with that big sword of yours.”
“No, really. And you’d never let me forget it.”
They fall into a sort of companionable silence, as they eat the rest of the food in the hamper. “Buri?”
“Yes?”
“Remember. The next shot is mine.”
She looks at him, and says, “I know.”
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 572 words
Summary: Buri and Raoul have a dinner conversation. 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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“Did you hear?” Buri asks over dinner. They’ve managed to get a hamper of food from the Avoxes and have stolen up to the roof garden (sometimes she thinks of it as their garden) to eat it, away from prying eyes and bird feathers. “Everyone’s calling them the star-crossed lovers.”
Raoul frowns, tearing off the top of his roll. “There’s no telling what Yuki thinks of him, though.”
Buri snorts. “Since when does that matter? They’re still being portrayed that way. They’re telling themselves that she’s hiding her feelings, or that she hasn’t worked them through yet, or even that his love is unrequited, which might very well be the case. She’s from Four and he’s from One. They love it. Apple juice?” she offers him the bottle, and he accepts it. She knows now that he likes the apple juice here, the way it is light and rich with spices. He deftly pries the cap off and takes a long sip.
“I know,” Raoul mutters. In a single move, Neal Queenscove has turned from the awkward, droll Tribute to the awkward young man desperately in love with the cold Yuki Daiomoru of District Four. “It’s a master stroke, really, but Alanna swears she hadn’t coached him.”
“But she knew he was taken with the girl from Four,” Buri says. “It’s the only way she could have known.”
Raoul nods. “It looks that way, in any case. She was probably just hoping that it would fix any damage he was going to cause himself. With a training score like his, it won’t be much of a problem.”
“Biggest understatement of the year,” Buri scoffs. “I can think of another Tribute who got a ten,” she adds, staring at him pointedly.
He waves her off with the uncapped bottle of apple juice. “Come on,” Raoul says, grinning all the same, “Tens aren’t that common but they do happen.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Buri taunts, “They just liked your curls.”
“I like them,” Raoul says, pretending to be wounded. He’s been lying lazily on his stomach; now he props himself up with his elbows. “I’d have given you a ten for the braids. How do you manage all of them together anyway?”
“Practice, and waking up early in the morning. I haven’t seen you up until past noon.”
“Aw, Buri!” he protests. “Anyway, the sponsors must be loving it. I’ve been having some trouble signing up sponsors for my Tributes, and that’s hard. Even though they’re both so constipated and stiff that I could paint them over and use them as shields.”
She rolls her eyes at that, but doesn’t disagree. The girl from Two tried to be charming and it fell flat. The boy answered every question in a monotone. It’d gotten boring quickly in light of Neal’s interview. “Raoul?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we’d found ourselves together in that Arena?”
Raoul is silent, for a long time. Finally, he says, lightly, “You’d take me down too quickly for me to do anything about it, of course.”
“As if, you great giant. You’d hit me over the head with that big sword of yours.”
“No, really. And you’d never let me forget it.”
They fall into a sort of companionable silence, as they eat the rest of the food in the hamper. “Buri?”
“Yes?”
“Remember. The next shot is mine.”
She looks at him, and says, “I know.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!