Faraday Gates values creativity above all else (faraday_caged) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-01-15 19:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! backstory, - districts, escort: felix cloverhill, victor: 26th faraday gates |
WHO: Faraday Gates & Felix Cloverhill
WHAT: What does a kiss mean? A hug?
WHEN: Prior to the 52rd games
WHERE: D3
STATUS: Complete log! AND BINGO!
Felix's primary reason to feel glad for the opportunity to see Faraday again actually had very little to do with the last time he had seen her, and what they had done. As greatly as he had enjoyed himself, and hoped that she had too, he delighted in her company even in the most chaste of moments, as she always had something clever or shrewd to say, some observation that left him wondering how he had lived more than thirty-five years, accumulating observations and yet had never once lit upon something so simply spotted. He was more hopeful about their single tryst than he ought to have been, considering both of them were married to other people, had children of their own, but Felix had also spent the last week reminding himself that letting him into her bed for one evening did not an epic affair of romance make. It was better to keep things friendly and easy, as they had been before, and see what sort of signals she gave. The first time had been a surprise - a wonderful one - and Felix didn't mind the thought of surprising each other again if the mood struck them both. Happy hellos were the norm for them all, even as he tried to keep the conversation somber enough to reflect his understanding that reaping days weren't the exciting reunion he and Aure considered them to be. He shook Bit and Beetee's hands, gave Wiress a gentle embrace and a kiss on the cheek and turned, intending to bestow the same warm welcome to Faraday. Attentive as she was, Faraday could see the hallmarks of optimism in him. She’d not known Felix for long - she had known Jason’s Shadow for longer, it felt - but she could see it in the faint pause he gave as he turned towards her from the delicate Wiress, waiting for her to make a move. He was more delicate than his father was, even if his features belied a certain amount of strength, a rugged handsomeness that could be found in the outlier districts if lent to another life. Jason had been a transaction, an understanding. He was a deceptive creature, like most Capitolites, and she never could quite tell if he was lying when he said he’d do everything he could. It didn’t matter - Iona was 19. She was safe. Those handful of transactions and last year’s tryst to shield her from the Arena were worth it, regardless of whether they were necessary. But there was optimism as he pressed into her and kissed her cheek, perhaps lingering a fraction of a section longer than he did with Wiress, the gap closed a little tighter. Her return was chaste enough and she wavered for a moment on what she might do next. She might dissuade him with a nudge, a cooler tone, avoid his eyes - they were married and, for whatever his feelings were for his wife, Faraday’s for her husband remained strong as ever. But then… little Dev, only 8 would grow up faster than she would hope. And might they do this same dance again, perhaps futile, perhaps not. Even if Felix had no effect, she was sure Snow was watching her complicity. Perhaps it was the only way he could feel pleasure, she thought wryly as she hugged Felix and pulled away. There was still indecision in her eyes. “Another year,” she said ultimately, as she set a hand between Wiress’ shoulder blades, urging her towards the dreaded auditorium. |