Who: Lily and Lana Ross What: They still haven't talked about Mockingjay. Where: Their apartment in NYC When: Sunday, January 10; morning Warnings: Nothing serious, some angst.
Lily hadn't known how living with her sister and her sister's boyfriend was going to work out, at first. Living with Lana hadn't been her concern... not really, anyway. She knew that Lana was probably going to threaten any boys she brought home with her bow and arrow, but Lily hadn't been dating since they'd moved in together, anyway. She was busy with school, and volunteering at the clinic, and for the first time in her life she didn't have the time for boys. That, and most of the boys she met were in college, most of them doing better than her. They didn't really need her, the way that almost every single person she'd dated did. It was weird, she'd never gone so long without a boyfriend before, but she wasn't complaining. She didn't think she had the energy to handle a new relationship on top of school. Maybe realizing that meant that she was growing up and making mature decisions about her life.
Besides, living with Lana and Ryder, she had plenty of people to take care of, anyway. Ryder did the cooking, but Lily tried to make sure that everyone had what they needed, that they were okay physically. As much as she could she tried to make sure that they were okay mentally, too. Prim hadn't been as scarred, mentally, as Katniss and Peeta had been. Lily didn't have the kind of dreams that Lana and Ryder had. She, and Prim, were more a part of the scars than they were the bearer of them. Lily didn't resent when her sister held on a little too tightly, when she worried more than she needed to about where Lily was, or if she was okay. If that was what Lana needed to feel better, Lily didn't mind checking in, making sure to text her if she was going to be late. It wasn't like it was getting in the way of her having a life, and it wasn't like it was hurting anything.
Lily knew that Lana hadn't been okay about the last movie coming out. They all knew what was going to happen in it. Lily, and Prim, were sad for the others, but Prim's fate in it hadn't phased them. It had happened. It had been Prim's choice, what she'd done. No one had forced her into it, or set her up for it. Lily might have made that choice, too, if she'd been in the same kind of situation that Prim had. She was still thinking about joining Camelot, with her sister, working in the medical department there with Briar. She hadn't yet, partly because she was still getting used to school and the clinic, and partly because she was afraid that Lana would worry about her, being part of it, even if she should be safer working in Medical than she would have been almost anywhere else. Lily could wait. She wasn't in any rush to start working even more than she already was.
That morning, she'd woken up first, before anybody else had even started stirring. She'd fed the cat, cooing praise and stroking her fingers through soft fur, for a while before she pushed herself up to her feet and started making breakfast. It wouldn't hurt to give Ryder a morning off, and Lily could handle the basics. She had for her mom, for years. Besides, she'd just been to the grocery store the day before, and she'd gotten plenty of fresh fruit. The slice of the knife through the fruit's soft flesh was quiet, rhythmic, as she cut an apple into chunks.