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[Dec. 2] [THG] Ships in Bottles
Title: Ships in Bottles
Day/Theme: Dec. 2, 2014 "owing no explanations"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: OC D4 Victors (Odysseus, Jules) & Mags
Rating: G
Jules lay on the floor of his godmother's living room, bits and pieces of wood and twine and cloth scattered around his arms, intent on his peculiar little craft. There was this face he made when he was really concentrating- lips a bit parted, eyes widened. He was making that face now. He had made it in that endless rain in the arena with that spiky bit of wood clutched in his hands. He had been wild and brutal. Now he was neat and cautious.
When Odysseus had tried to make one of those tiny bottled ships himself he had been taken aback by how difficult it was. Nothing he put in seemed to want to stick together right. The pieces always fell apart or he knocked over one thing trying to add another. It was hard to believe that Jules could be so good at it- that Jules could be that patient.
Odysseus paced back and forth. He would have liked to walk over the couch even when he came to it in the midst of his rounds, but if Mags came in and saw him doing it, she wasn't going to be happy, even with him following her rule about no shoes in the house (nevermind that the soles of Jules' feet were gray like the sand-stuccoed globs of tar that washed up on the beach- if there were anyone Mags was going to give extra slack, it had to be Jules- she had fussed over him as long as Odysseus could remember, since he was born probably). "You all settled in with that?" Odysseus asked, "You don't want to go out and do something? Be outside? Move around?"
Jules took a moment to respond, leaving Odysseus to lean forward on his toes, anxious for an answer, but not wanting to be annoying friend who nagged (there were plenty of other people around to nag both of them, a trio of older victors and hangers-on, their parents…). "…I'm okay, O."
"Okay," Odysseus breathed deep, "Oh, you're okay. You lie on the floor here pretty much every day and you make those weird little boats in bottles to do who knows what with- is that your talent? And you have a Victory Tour coming up, you know! Are you doing anything to get ready for that? Are you talking to Mags? The Tour isn't just one big party."
"O," Jules sat up and turned to face him, "O, I know that."
"You don't act like you know it."
"Going outside will not make me better prepared to go on the Victory Tour."
They frowned at each other, both holding his position- Odysseus cross-armed behind the couch and Jules cross-legged on the floor.
Mags' voice interrupted their reluctant confrontation from the kitchen: "The bread is out of the oven! Boys, if you are eating here, come help me set the table!"
Her words worked their spell on Jules first. He wobbled for a moment as he stood. "No time now to go outside anyway," he shrugged, and walked past Odysseus into the kitchen. His friend and senior victor followed along behind.
Day/Theme: Dec. 2, 2014 "owing no explanations"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: OC D4 Victors (Odysseus, Jules) & Mags
Rating: G
Jules lay on the floor of his godmother's living room, bits and pieces of wood and twine and cloth scattered around his arms, intent on his peculiar little craft. There was this face he made when he was really concentrating- lips a bit parted, eyes widened. He was making that face now. He had made it in that endless rain in the arena with that spiky bit of wood clutched in his hands. He had been wild and brutal. Now he was neat and cautious.
When Odysseus had tried to make one of those tiny bottled ships himself he had been taken aback by how difficult it was. Nothing he put in seemed to want to stick together right. The pieces always fell apart or he knocked over one thing trying to add another. It was hard to believe that Jules could be so good at it- that Jules could be that patient.
Odysseus paced back and forth. He would have liked to walk over the couch even when he came to it in the midst of his rounds, but if Mags came in and saw him doing it, she wasn't going to be happy, even with him following her rule about no shoes in the house (nevermind that the soles of Jules' feet were gray like the sand-stuccoed globs of tar that washed up on the beach- if there were anyone Mags was going to give extra slack, it had to be Jules- she had fussed over him as long as Odysseus could remember, since he was born probably). "You all settled in with that?" Odysseus asked, "You don't want to go out and do something? Be outside? Move around?"
Jules took a moment to respond, leaving Odysseus to lean forward on his toes, anxious for an answer, but not wanting to be annoying friend who nagged (there were plenty of other people around to nag both of them, a trio of older victors and hangers-on, their parents…). "…I'm okay, O."
"Okay," Odysseus breathed deep, "Oh, you're okay. You lie on the floor here pretty much every day and you make those weird little boats in bottles to do who knows what with- is that your talent? And you have a Victory Tour coming up, you know! Are you doing anything to get ready for that? Are you talking to Mags? The Tour isn't just one big party."
"O," Jules sat up and turned to face him, "O, I know that."
"You don't act like you know it."
"Going outside will not make me better prepared to go on the Victory Tour."
They frowned at each other, both holding his position- Odysseus cross-armed behind the couch and Jules cross-legged on the floor.
Mags' voice interrupted their reluctant confrontation from the kitchen: "The bread is out of the oven! Boys, if you are eating here, come help me set the table!"
Her words worked their spell on Jules first. He wobbled for a moment as he stood. "No time now to go outside anyway," he shrugged, and walked past Odysseus into the kitchen. His friend and senior victor followed along behind.