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[Dec. 21] [THG] Girls and the Sea
Title: Girls and the Sea
Day/Theme: Dec. 21, 2014 "possibilities at sea"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: (little!) Mags, her father, etc.
Rating: PG
"It's because of your mother's parents, you know," Mr. Kappe informed the small girl swaying on deck beside him, "Your Pop married into a real good family- and him starting off some poor orphaned thing. Well, if there ain't anything like love for being lucky and grand," Mr. Kappe laughed.
"What do you mean, 'good family?'" Mags asked, because she didn't remember her grandparents and at this point, the idea of a bad family existed in her mind only as something theoretical.
"Hmm, well. In this case, I don't mean they were nice- although they were nice- I mean people respected Mr. and Ms. Murillo and they had material means. You live in the house that was their house. Your Pop bought this boat with money that came from them."
"Mama loved the boat," Mags remembered solemnly. It was one of those things you remembered always and recited again and again a particular way. Papa's mind overflowed with those things.
"She and I were friends," Mr. Kappe said. "We were friends before she met your Pop. He came up with the Padre from the next town south and the first time he laid eyes on her he instantly got this dumb, smitten look on his face. He was walking on the cliff trail behind the Padre and he saw us in the water. I knew right then she'd have him if she wanted to. And your Mama, she always knew what she wanted. She got to know him; she made up her mind.
"But, oh, it just gets to me- she died so far from the ocean. You stay here, Mags," he patted her shoulder, "Don't you go off so far from the sea."
"Mr. Kappe!" Captain Gaudet declared, "The hands are telling me you're too busy talking to my daughter to supervise them properly."
"No one said that!" one of the hands in question laughed.
The captain came around and scooped up his daughter. From the prow of the boat, they looked out at ahead at the sea. Mags leaned her head against her father's. His face seemed especially sailor-like when it was like this, his cheeks all scratchy- he needed to shave. "No matter how sad you get looking at the chewed up land with the bomb marks and the fences, you can always decide to look the other way instead," her father whispered in her ear, "You smile and you turn your face to the sea."
"Who said?" Mags queried in reply.
"Your very clever Mama."
Day/Theme: Dec. 21, 2014 "possibilities at sea"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: (little!) Mags, her father, etc.
Rating: PG
"It's because of your mother's parents, you know," Mr. Kappe informed the small girl swaying on deck beside him, "Your Pop married into a real good family- and him starting off some poor orphaned thing. Well, if there ain't anything like love for being lucky and grand," Mr. Kappe laughed.
"What do you mean, 'good family?'" Mags asked, because she didn't remember her grandparents and at this point, the idea of a bad family existed in her mind only as something theoretical.
"Hmm, well. In this case, I don't mean they were nice- although they were nice- I mean people respected Mr. and Ms. Murillo and they had material means. You live in the house that was their house. Your Pop bought this boat with money that came from them."
"Mama loved the boat," Mags remembered solemnly. It was one of those things you remembered always and recited again and again a particular way. Papa's mind overflowed with those things.
"She and I were friends," Mr. Kappe said. "We were friends before she met your Pop. He came up with the Padre from the next town south and the first time he laid eyes on her he instantly got this dumb, smitten look on his face. He was walking on the cliff trail behind the Padre and he saw us in the water. I knew right then she'd have him if she wanted to. And your Mama, she always knew what she wanted. She got to know him; she made up her mind.
"But, oh, it just gets to me- she died so far from the ocean. You stay here, Mags," he patted her shoulder, "Don't you go off so far from the sea."
"Mr. Kappe!" Captain Gaudet declared, "The hands are telling me you're too busy talking to my daughter to supervise them properly."
"No one said that!" one of the hands in question laughed.
The captain came around and scooped up his daughter. From the prow of the boat, they looked out at ahead at the sea. Mags leaned her head against her father's. His face seemed especially sailor-like when it was like this, his cheeks all scratchy- he needed to shave. "No matter how sad you get looking at the chewed up land with the bomb marks and the fences, you can always decide to look the other way instead," her father whispered in her ear, "You smile and you turn your face to the sea."
"Who said?" Mags queried in reply.
"Your very clever Mama."