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[April 13] [THG] Silence After Death
Title: Silence After Death
Day/Theme: April 13, 2015 "Between the last remaining headstones"
Series: Hunger Games series
Character/Pairing: D4 OCs (Faline Surfjan, etc.), Mags, Annie, Beetee
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Ending spoilers. Depressing stuff.
In the chaos of the war, Mags had never made it back. Her body, that was. The hope that she could- she would- come back to District Four after stepping up for the Third Quarter Quell had warred within Faline against the surety that whatever rebellious plan bubbled beneath her calm surface couldn't possibly be enough to save one sweet woman of eighty from the Capitol's infinite ways to do harm.
Faline didn't have even a passing acquaintance with any of the victors from other districts who had survived the war, but via Annie she had received the telephone number of one Beetee Latier. He seemed to be relatively well informed about things. As far as he knew, none of the bodies of the victors fallen in the arena had made it home (the others, captive as rebels, had- Song and Theo were laid to rest here).
Over the line, Beetee had mentioned Jules. They weren't so far in age. Of course. They must have known one another, but even if she had before, it had been so long since Faline thought of it...
Beetee thought the unrecovered bodies had been lost in the bombing. Which meant Wiress and Mags, Seeder and Chaff, Brutus, Dace, Hamlet, Woof - all of them were reduced to yet another part of the part-destroyed Capitol. Truly, ashes to ashes.
Faline and Beetee didn't discuss whether or not they might meet someday. Maybe. Maybe. But she carried his kind thoughts with her as she scuffed along up to the cliffside cemetery with flowers from Mags' garden for Jules, for Reza, for everyone she loved who was laid to rest there.
Most of the multitude of war dead were buried in the newer, lower cemetery, but Rita and Mr. Goff and Mr. Wen and some of the other family members of the dead victors had prevailed upon those currently running local matters to see to it that their beloved dead (and in some cases, what remained of them was not much more than the symbolic) joined their fellow tributes in overlooking the sea.
There weren't any headstones, at least not yet, for Tyde, Shad, Odysseus, Song, Theo, Finnick. There were little homemade markers made from driftwood. Crosses. Openly. Something Faline had never seen in her lifetime. She had helped to make them, reassuring Annie that she doubted any of the ones they set up these markers to remember would be offended by their shape even if they hadn't been believers. There were things you did for the dead that were really for you and everyone who had ever lived in Four had seen enough death to know that.
There wasn't any sort of marker for Mags. Faline felt something of the hypocrite in that sense, urging Annie to tie together a cross for Finnick but not following through on Annie's suggestion that she be the one to handle the temporary memorializing of Mags.
The cliffside cemetery was somewhat haphazardly arranged, but there was room to make note of Mags between Tito and her father. Faline was one of few people living who had memories regarding both. Mags had died far from the sea, following in the steps of her mother, lost in some other district (if she had known which, she had never passed that detail on to Faline).
Faline separated the flowers to lay a few here, a few there. "You're in Beetee's thoughts still," she told Jules. "You would be glad to see the crosses," she told Mr. Gaudet. "I love you, Reza."
Mags wasn't here, so she didn't speak aloud to her. She confined that bit of communion to her thoughts, which surely could reach anywhere if there were anywhere they could go beyond her mind in the first place. "It's what you wanted, Mags, but not at all how you wanted it... Too many people died. And too many of the people you loved most."
She loved Mags. ...who was now another person she loved who was never coming back.
She thought she would give Beetee another call as soon as seemed polite and see if he didn't mind another chat with a tired old woman.
Day/Theme: April 13, 2015 "Between the last remaining headstones"
Series: Hunger Games series
Character/Pairing: D4 OCs (Faline Surfjan, etc.), Mags, Annie, Beetee
Rating: PG
Author's comment: Ending spoilers. Depressing stuff.
In the chaos of the war, Mags had never made it back. Her body, that was. The hope that she could- she would- come back to District Four after stepping up for the Third Quarter Quell had warred within Faline against the surety that whatever rebellious plan bubbled beneath her calm surface couldn't possibly be enough to save one sweet woman of eighty from the Capitol's infinite ways to do harm.
Faline didn't have even a passing acquaintance with any of the victors from other districts who had survived the war, but via Annie she had received the telephone number of one Beetee Latier. He seemed to be relatively well informed about things. As far as he knew, none of the bodies of the victors fallen in the arena had made it home (the others, captive as rebels, had- Song and Theo were laid to rest here).
Over the line, Beetee had mentioned Jules. They weren't so far in age. Of course. They must have known one another, but even if she had before, it had been so long since Faline thought of it...
Beetee thought the unrecovered bodies had been lost in the bombing. Which meant Wiress and Mags, Seeder and Chaff, Brutus, Dace, Hamlet, Woof - all of them were reduced to yet another part of the part-destroyed Capitol. Truly, ashes to ashes.
Faline and Beetee didn't discuss whether or not they might meet someday. Maybe. Maybe. But she carried his kind thoughts with her as she scuffed along up to the cliffside cemetery with flowers from Mags' garden for Jules, for Reza, for everyone she loved who was laid to rest there.
Most of the multitude of war dead were buried in the newer, lower cemetery, but Rita and Mr. Goff and Mr. Wen and some of the other family members of the dead victors had prevailed upon those currently running local matters to see to it that their beloved dead (and in some cases, what remained of them was not much more than the symbolic) joined their fellow tributes in overlooking the sea.
There weren't any headstones, at least not yet, for Tyde, Shad, Odysseus, Song, Theo, Finnick. There were little homemade markers made from driftwood. Crosses. Openly. Something Faline had never seen in her lifetime. She had helped to make them, reassuring Annie that she doubted any of the ones they set up these markers to remember would be offended by their shape even if they hadn't been believers. There were things you did for the dead that were really for you and everyone who had ever lived in Four had seen enough death to know that.
There wasn't any sort of marker for Mags. Faline felt something of the hypocrite in that sense, urging Annie to tie together a cross for Finnick but not following through on Annie's suggestion that she be the one to handle the temporary memorializing of Mags.
The cliffside cemetery was somewhat haphazardly arranged, but there was room to make note of Mags between Tito and her father. Faline was one of few people living who had memories regarding both. Mags had died far from the sea, following in the steps of her mother, lost in some other district (if she had known which, she had never passed that detail on to Faline).
Faline separated the flowers to lay a few here, a few there. "You're in Beetee's thoughts still," she told Jules. "You would be glad to see the crosses," she told Mr. Gaudet. "I love you, Reza."
Mags wasn't here, so she didn't speak aloud to her. She confined that bit of communion to her thoughts, which surely could reach anywhere if there were anywhere they could go beyond her mind in the first place. "It's what you wanted, Mags, but not at all how you wanted it... Too many people died. And too many of the people you loved most."
She loved Mags. ...who was now another person she loved who was never coming back.
She thought she would give Beetee another call as soon as seemed polite and see if he didn't mind another chat with a tired old woman.