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 In the Bleak Midwinter, Winter Festival prior to 122nd Reaping
Lacey Linen
 Posted on: Dec 3 2017, 03:11 PM
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The different districts were allowed to have one festival a year and it had been a part of tradition where they had decided to put it. Places with crops like Nine and Eleven, they celebrated the harvest season. Places with beaches like Four and Five celebrated the beauty that the summer had to offer. There was plenty of lore as to why the people of Eight had ended up with a party in the middle of the winter, but it was kind of to get away from the cold and to usher in the new year. The new year that brought a new reaping, a new games, and a new kind of torture. At least the reaping was still more than two months out - in the middle of March.

This was January. It was still cold outside, fatally cold for those who couldn't afford to get wood or blankets. Or those who weren't able to fight off the illnesses along with the colds. But, they could all look forward to the party at the Justice Building. The peacekeepers opened it up. The platform outside was covered in hand made decorations and as many as wanted to come were ushered into the warmth for one evening.

Lacey never missed it. In fact, she had a good relationship with the peacekeepers and helped prep much of the meal that was presented in a buffet style. That was one of the reasons that so many came. They filed in for a meal and escaped back to their homes, course the whole thing was a lot more than that. Just most weren't happy about being watched so closely by peacekeepers. And they knew why they were watched, they just didn't like it.

After a few years of hoarding, Lacey had finally cut into some of the red fabric she had been saving. She worked for a few months in her very rare spare time to put together something that would be modest, course it was also red. So, she stood out among those that were in the drab greys and browns that most wore. Sewing was second nature. She could easily sew skin back together, fabric was ten times easier. And a beautiful little dress that fit like a glove was the result.

She helped guests through the line to the buffet, she stopped and talked and laughed here and there. Lacey knew that she was busy, but nearly an hour had gone by as she looked up to the clock. A half passed seven. She hadn't seen Kevlar. Either it was because she was so busy she hadn't noticed him among that many, many people. Or he wasn't coming. She shook her head, she didn't even know why she was thinking about it. He was just a friend and a stubborn one at that.

Lacey turned back to the people with a nod along with their conversation before she escaped towards the drink table. A ladle dropped some hot cider into a cup with a little bit of steam. Her lips pursed as she blew to attempt to cool it down.



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Kevlar Weaver
 Posted on: Dec 3 2017, 10:38 PM
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Never once since his victory had Kevlar even thought of attending the festival that happened in the district each year. Never once did he believe that anyone would even want him there. The festival was something for the district's citizens to enjoy. But was he even a citizen of this district any more? Well, he felt like he belonged more now than he had all of the years since his victory, but that was still a far cry from feeling like he would be welcome. He had made a promise, though. Even if it had been a promise made after a couple of drinks at the local pub after their last delivery run. It didn't matter the circumstances. He had promised Lacey that he would at least stop in at the festival.

At this moment, he was debating whether she would hate him if he broke that promise. Then he remembered all of the promises that his dad had broken to himself and his sister. And the way his mother had always told him that sometimes all a man had was his word, so he had to make it count. And he knew that he had to go. Even if he wasn't sure that he really wanted to...

He dressed up in a pair of slacks and a sweater, it was somewhat nice but nothing like the Capitol expected of him. He didn't want to taint this experience with some Capitol made suit. This was something that belonged to the District that things belonging to the Capitol had no business in. The only issue was that he found himself wondering if that meant himself as well. Since he had belonged to the Capitol ever since he had won the games at fourteen years old. It didn't really matter in the end. He had made a promise and he was going to keep it.

Before he could talk himself out of it he had put on his coat and shoes then walked out the door. The cold was almost enough to take his breath away as he stepped out into it so quickly. But he was already late. The festival had been going on for an hour already. Maybe she had even given up hope that he was coming by now and went on home. He had no way of knowing that she actually helped with the event each year. It wasn't like she had mentioned it.

The walk from his house in the Village to the justice building was a relatively long one, the Village was situated on the outskirts of town while the justice building was smack dab in the center. It took him nearly an hour in the cold and wind to make it to where everyone seemed to be gathered. He didn't let himself stop to take in the sight. If he did then he would surely turn back around. Instead he just walked on through the crowds, searching for the one blonde he had promised to see here. When he spotted her by the drink table, he made a beeline there, the crowds parting for him as he moved through them.

He picked up a cup of his own and another ladle, pouring some steaming cider into his own cup. ”This is all just like I remembered it being.” He mused in way of greeting before giving her a bit of a half smile and hoping that she wouldn't scold him for being so late.
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Lacey Linen
 Posted on: Dec 3 2017, 10:52 PM
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Speak of the damn devil. As she heard his voice before she looked up, she knew exactly who it was. And he had said something with a warm voice, musingly even. Was it really Kevlar? The hair on her arms and pricked up some as her attention was drawn out of the corner of her eye towards him. She paused to press her lips against the mug that was warming her hands. A tentative taste was given to see how hot it still was and then a fuller sip was pulled in and warmed all the way down her throat.

Finally, she turned with a swish of her homemade red dress to face him with her entire body. Her head tilted to the side as it had so many times before to look at him all cleaned up. Kevlar had never been as dirty as those who had toiled their lives away in the factories, but he seemed put together as much as all the others in the district.

She thought about giving him a hard time about being late, but she was happy that he had shown up at all. The crowds were even overwhelming for her, but just like payday to give to the people and suffer through the market - she did this for the sake of others and set aside her own feelings. And if she gave him a hard time, Lacey feared that he would turn around and leave as fast as he had appeared.

"I told you it wouldn't be so bad. They are all so busy eating and talking that they probably don't even see you." She knew that some were looking. But, they had gotten used to see him here and there at least once and now more times a month over the past four or five months. Lacey was stuck in the moment. That was until someone tapped her on the shoulder to get to the punch when she realized that they were blocking it. A gracious smile and apology was given before she scooted past Kevlar and towards a wall, one that was out of the way.

"When was the last time you attended?" They had talked about it, but not much about this particular detail.
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Kevlar Weaver
 Posted on: Dec 4 2017, 09:04 PM
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Kevlar had good memories of the festival. Back when his mother was still alive he could remember her always getting dressed up and his father doing the same. They would spend all evening just having fun and eating all of the food that they could handle. All of his memories back before his mother's death seemed to be good ones. The woman had truly been the one who had held them all together. He couldn't think of another happy memory after her death if he was being honest. Though, seeing all of these people gathered together with either full stomachs or full plates was enough to make even him feel a bit more cheery. And since he was late it did seem that a lot of the people had already slunk off so that the crowd wasn't quite as overwhelming.

He took a sip from his own mug when she turned towards him, seeming to look him over. He had tried to clean up a bit for this. His mother had never let him come to the festival in his play clothes, always his reaping outfit, and he thought that it was best to keep up that tradition. He had even attempted to tame his messy mop of dark hair, though he doubted that it had made much difference as he had made the trip here in the wind and such. He had to admit that Lacey cleaned up well too. The dress that she wore looked like one that could rival those made in the Capitol for quality and it suited her well.

Broad shoulders were shrugged as she spoke about it not being so bad. ”I guess it isn't too bad.” And that in itself was a huge thing for Kevlar, admitting that maybe he had been wrong and that something wasn't as bad as he had envisioned that it could be. Then someone had tapped on her shoulder and she had given a quick apology before moving off towards the wall. Kevlar followed, mug of cider still in hand. Then she was asking him about the last time he had attended. He frowned a bit. ”When I was fourteen? Then I was reaped. I haven't come back since.” Kevlar had been fourteen when he was reaped... So, it had been almost twenty years since he had attended. Wow, that seemed like a very long time when he thought of it.

”We used to come every year. Mom insisted we dress in our reaping outfit. Dad stopped coming after she died, but I still came and brought my sister along. It was free food and dad was spending all of our money on booze, so we needed it.” Leave it to Kevlar to make the conversation take a morbid turn, but maybe it was just something that he needed to get off his chest. It was something that he didn't tell anyone else. He wasn't even sure why he was telling Lacey now.
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Lacey Linen
 Posted on: Dec 4 2017, 09:21 PM
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The list of things that Kevlar Weaver hadn't done since his Reaping had to be one of the longest lists in Panem. The more she got to know him, the more she realized how severe he went in a dangerous direction. But, with all the stubborness in the world, at least he was able to come out of his shell now. He needed to. There was no life in being holed up in a big house all by himself and only a sister to talk to. And of course those tributes each year. Trauma was something she saw all the time. People died all the time.

Lacey nodded along as she listened to what he had to say. It had been much of the same for herself. And it was the one time of year she knew that her sister's stomach would be full. The one time of year she could escape the fact that she was living a lie. That she had to grow up far before she had to. And she could remember pulling their own beautiful reaping dresses from the special trunk to get a good use out of them. It was all the same. Until he continued...

There were so many answers in that statement. Lacey had always been wondering what else went wrong in Kevlar's life. It wasn't that his mother dying was bad enough, it was. And the fact that he had to go into a Hunger Games and kill a bunch of other teenagers, that was all bad. But, he also had to suffer the shenanigans of an alcoholic father. The death of a loved one could cause the alcoholism... it was far too common than she wanted to admit out loud.

Instead, she just muttered, "I'm sorry." And then buried any other words that might get her into trouble with taking a sip of her drink. She was saved though. A group of people got together with a makeshift band. It was the type of instruments that looked like a pile of garbage, but somehow the music was beautiful. Or maybe it was only beautiful because it was the only time of year the peacekeepers allowed it. Lacey was thankful for the chance to quickly move on. She couldn't find the words to ask more questions about his family now, and she was once again afraid it would make him run away. Even when her eyes probably showed how desperately she wanted to know more.

However, her words said something else. "Do you know how to dance?"
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Kevlar Weaver
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Kevlar knew that his reaping had changed so much for him, though things had started changing even before that. He wasn't about to tell her the whole story, though. No, she didn't know that he was a murderer even before he had been forced into it by the Capitol. He didn't want to see the way that she might look at him if she knew the true darkness that he held within himself. He felt like he had said enough on the subject. His life had gone to hell so quickly when he had been so young. That was the main reason why he kept to himself. What if he were to turn killer again? He couldn't promise right now that if he saw some drunk beating on a woman or child like his father had that he wouldn't beat them to death right in the street. He just couldn't swear that he could control himself in such a situation. So, the best course of action had always been to avoid the possibility. Then Lacey had come along.

He waved off her apology. ”Everyone in this district has their sob stories.” It was true. Though, he doubted that most could claim to have lived through nearly what he had. Then his attention was drawn to where the music had begun playing. He looked in the direction, seeing a small group of people with homemade instruments or things that had been passed down for generations and generations. The music wasn't what he heard in the Capitol, but he thought that maybe this sounded even better to him. Though, her question caught him off guard.

”I...” He paused for a minute. Of course, he knew how to dance. But was that her way of saying that she wanted to dance? He couldn't be sure but maybe it was high time he just took a leap and went with his gut. ”I do know how to dance... Would you care to?” He rubbed his hand against the back of his neck as he asked then finished the last of his cider and sat the mug down, holding his hand out to her in case she would agree. This could be very bad... He knew it could be. But he was trying to think positive for once in his life.
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Lacey Linen
 Posted on: Dec 4 2017, 10:25 PM
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She had heard them all. Well, except for Kevlar's whole story and his was definitely more severe than many of the others. Being a murderer and then forcing other children to be okay with becoming ones also, that was different. But, even she had had those fleeting thoughts when she did surgeries and they failed. They could have lived longer even when the risks were low - some just died. It wasn't the same, but it still made her feel like crap when it happened on her watch. When she had to tell a family that their loved one had died and it was all her fault.

Thank goodness the night was going to take a different turn, at least for now. Lacey softly smiled as he asked if she wanted to. She finished up her own cider following his lead and setting the mug on a nearby surface before looking to his extended hand. The last time she had touched his hand it had stuck with her for days. It had changed her behavior for an entire day and made her feel unlike she had in a long time, or had she ever thought that way ever? Lacey had devoted her life to work for so long that this kind of socialization was foreign.

She hoped that the momentary pause didn't make this any more awkward when she finally took a hold of that hand and allowed him to lead them away from the wall and towards where some of the others had already started to dance. His hand was warm and so was hers, it was probably just the fact that they had been holding hot cider, but she liked the feeling of another human being. And it was by choice and it wasn't to comfort anyone going through a hard time. It was just to dance.

Her other hand reached up and was placed on his shoulder and waited for the beat within and ready to follow his lead. Lacey had been quiet as they travelled to the dance floor, but finally admitted with a slight laugh. "I haven't done this in a long, long time." Every other festival she had kept herself too busy to even be asked out to enjoy the music. She cleaned up when people were done eating, she was helping those who had medical questions, she had plenty of work to do to help those who really needed this day.

Her eyes looked around for a second and then back up to meet Kevlar's eyes. She knew her sister was around the room somewhere and tomorrow she would not hear the end of this, but she was going to try and enjoy this anyway.
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Kevlar Weaver
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Kevlar was more than content to let the night shift gears. After he had told her about his father's drinking habit he couldn't miss the way that her eyes had lit up with unasked questions. Maybe that had been why he had so easily talked himself into inviting her out to dance. Or maybe it was just the memory of that simple gesture when he had squeezed his hand and made him feel as if he were actually human instead of some sort of monster. He didn't get that feeling enough. And maybe he was hoping that he could feel it once again. Even if it was only once.

The fact that he was so lost in his own inner struggle and low key worrying that she might turn him down had caused him to miss the way she had paused before taking his hand. Maybe it was because he too was wondering if it was a good idea to have put himself out there the way that he had without even asking if she knew how to dance as well. He had just assumed that she had since she had asked him...

Then she had placed her hand in his own and once again he found himself reveling in the fact that she didn't shy away from him. She didn't look at him like he might be a monster. Instead, she let him lead her out onto the floor and he did so with ease. The crowd seemed to move out of his way when he made his way through, they usually did. And he wasn't complaining in the least. Once they were there, she placed her other hand on his shoulder and he placed his on her waist. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a half smile. ”I haven't either.” He couldn't remember dancing since his victory tour if he was being honest.

It seemed easy enough to fall into step, though. She followed his lead and he picked up on the beat rather easily. He didn't give himself time to think of how nice it felt to actually be dancing like a normal person again. The victor never realized how much he did miss doing normal things like this. He had Lacey to thank for reminding him. ”I debated not coming...” He told her with complete honestly even as he continued to dance with her. Then after a pause he spoke again, looking down to her with that half smile. ”I'm kind of glad that I did...”
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Lacey Linen
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His answer was what she expected. Lacey would have been truly shocked if he said that he danced on a regular occasion. In truth, she tried not to be surprised that he even knew how. However, she did know that he hadn't always been like that. From the few mentions of his mother, Lacey had gathered that his life must have looked a lot different when she was alive and before he had been reaped. Maybe that was the small hope that had been building in her that he could go back to that.

But, trauma was a funny thing. This healing wasn't going to happen overnight and if she hadn't already seen him month after month and encouraging the gifting and socializing, this dancing wasn't likely - in her own mind. She didn't dare complain.

As the beat picked up and Kevlar lead them, she easily followed along as best she could. There was a misstep here and there, but for the most part the muscle memory of it came back to her. If she could just let go and let it happen to the rhythm of the music. That was the key to it all. And quite hard for a Type A workaholic like herself. But, she smiled through it and looked up at him every so often.

Not surprised with that comment either, however she continued to smile and nod to acknowledge. Lacey had had the doubts about whether he was going to show as well. "I'm glad you did, too. It's good for you." One corner of her lip upturned in a lopsided smirk. "And, what would you have done instead?" She asked and looked up to him in a way that expected an answer from the victor.
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Kevlar Weaver
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It was true that Kevlar had been a completely different person before his mother's death. He had been maybe a little mischievous and always too smart for his own good. But there hadn't been a violent bone in his body. He had been kind and helpful, he had lots of friends. Then her death had wiped all of that away. Nothing was ever the same. Things had changed for everyone in the Weaver family. Though, Kevlar and his father were changed the most. Both for the worst if Kevlar was the one being asked. If anyone was asked, really. Though, he wasn't looking to think of that darkness inside him now. No, maybe this woman in front of him was finally beginning to banish some of that darkness with her own light. He didn't want to give that much thought either.

Instead he just focused on the feeling of her hand in his, the way the music played around them, the beat that he danced to. He barely even noticed the couple of missteps that she made, just going with them and picking up as if she hadn't made any missteps at all. He was surprised that this all seemed to come back to him so easily after all this time.

He let out a chuckle at her statement. Always the doctor, thinking about things in whether it was good for someone or not. He didn't mention that, though. Instead he just shrugged a bit but there was still a ghost of a smile on his lips. Then she asked what he would have done instead and he thought for a moment before speaking. ”Couldn't tell you. I didn't really have another plan.” Which was more or less code word for nothing. He would have just sat up in his house in Victor's Village and found small things to keep himself occupied as he had done for so many years before. He looked down to her, his dark eyes meeting her blue ones for a moment before he looked away under the guise of glancing at the others who danced around them.

”Looks like I got here in time for a lot of the crowd to clear out at least.” And indeed he had, a lot of the district seemed to have already flooded in to fill their stomachs and then hurried away from the watchful gazes of the peacekeepers. It was only those like him that didn't let the fact that they were being watched closely bother him that remained.
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Lacey Linen
 Posted on: Dec 13 2017, 06:49 PM
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She thought momentarily about how she might have answered the same question. Lacey booked this night out every year to attend and help out, but she if she were to sit home and actually have a night off to chill under a blanket and read a medical journal. Maybe review some of her old cases or spend some time at the hospital working when she shouldn't. The people wouldn't have it. This was the night that she had been forced long ago to enjoy - even if she ended up working most of it, at least she was there. But, they made sure that she came to the Festival, just as she insisted Kevlar make an appearance. It was a paying forward circle that hopefully would keep on going.

Lacey looked at the people that were left. It was the people who were chronically late or those who liked to party and dance. It was the ones that didn't have children, though she could see some little ones tugging at a mother's skirt to stay longer. They had a routine to keep up with. The people didn't get to take a day off of work for this and the people didn't like the peacekeepers presence. But, that was the only way they could do this. She smirked as she gave a glance back up to Kevlar. "Lucky for you."

And herself. It was a balancing act that she always seemed to constantly be stuck in. Lacey loved to talk to people, she loved to help people, but the idea of large crowds, the germs, and everything else made her want to hide under a blanket. Just like that she was out of small talk. It seemed that her mind was muddled by the warm touch of his hands and the skip of the beat, the beautiful music, and the fact that she was actually dancing for the first time in years.

So, she was quiet. Lacey kept up with the rest of the song as they danced to the upbeat melody. It was something that made her smile. The songs were always the same year after year and brought back the rush of childhood memories and maybe she was even smiling at the new memories she was making. Or that she could be thankful she had help with helping the district. If this was like changing to the new year, she had a lot to be thankful for.

The music stopped and she paused where they were at. Something didn't allow for her to pull away like she had before. Was she waiting for another song? Or waiting for him to pull away instead? Lacey was stuck in a moment that lasted forever.
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Kevlar wasn't sure exactly what he had hoped to accomplish by coming here to the festival... But he surely hadn't been expecting to be here dancing with Lacey soon after arriving. Though, he thought that maybe the festival was taking a rather welcome turn. Even if he knew that he should probably just keep his distance. He had heard what was sometimes done to those who the victors cared about if they stepped out of line. And Kevlar already had his sister to worry about... But he wasn't going to think about that tonight. Even if he probably should since tonight was probably a prime chance for word of their 'relationship', whatever it was, to get back to the Capitol with all of the peacekeepers watching. Though, he was betting she would just roll her eyes at him or give him some sort of pointed glare if he were to say anything to such effect to her. So he just nodded and mumbled an agreement to the fact that he was lucky that he had missed the bulk of the crowd.

Then he just focused on the beat of the music and dancing along with it until the song ended. He wouldn't let things that had no business interfering in this once happy day do so now. Even if it was just for the memories that he had of this day when he was a kid, he didn't want this thing to be marred for him or anyone else like it had been for him all of these years. Maybe it was time that he just let himself enjoy some of the things that he once had. It wouldn't be an easy process for him to adopt, but in this moment he decided that maybe it would be worth it to try.

In the moment after the music had stopped, and he found himself glancing down to see that Lacey was looking back up at him. He wasn't sure what to do at that moment... He hadn't gotten the whole experience of dancing with people that he actually wanted to or forming bonds with anyone. Yet here he was. For a moment he wasn't sure what to do and it seemed like maybe she wasn't sure either. He decided that maybe if she was content to stay in his hold and wait for the next song and continue dancing then maybe he wouldn't mind that at all.

Though, when the next song started up the lively melody had been replaced by one that was much slower. He frowned slightly. ”If you don't want to dance any more we could get some more cider or something? Unless you have other people to go see to?” He was being awkward as hell and he knew it... But he didn't know what else to do and didn't want her thinking that he would try to force her into anything that she wasn't completely comfortable with. He remembered how quickly she had pulled her hand back from his the last time they had made their deliveries and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
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 Posted on: Dec 26 2017, 08:50 PM
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If you don't want to dance anymore. Lacey wasn't sure. It was only once a year that she even was at an occasion to have a dance. One part of her was comfortable and perfectly happy dancing the night away and enjoying the moment. There was so little to actually enjoy in Eight, this was amazing. Her head tilted to the side as she was actually trying to figure out what he meant by it. Did he want to stop dancing? Lacey didn't want to force it, she was afraid that if she pushed Kevlar too far that he would be hidden forever.

What should she do? Lacey looked over at the cider table and then around to the other. The song continued to play, but yet she stood there stuck. Stuck in this incredibly awkward position unsure of how to deal with this decision. Life or death in the middle of a surgery was easier than the socialization in a general way. Lacey didn't know why this was so hard, but this, this was hard.

Her head soon started to move slowly from side to side. "I've helped all I need.I was just waiting on you." She wanted to take it back the moment she said it. Lacey didn't want him to think anything like that. They saw each other once a month.. that wasn't enough to care more was it? But, she looked up at his face and knew that this time she wasn't pulling away from his touch. "I... uh. What do you want to do?" She had tried to make a decision, however, she couldn't. Lacey didn't want Kevlar to go anywhere. He had actually come to the celebration and that was something.
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Kevlar Weaver
 Posted on: Dec 28 2017, 11:26 PM
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Kevlar found himself standing there staring down at her as he waited for a decision. She had always seemed like the type who liked to be in the lead and who liked to make their own decisions... So, that was what he was giving her the opportunity to do. Though, it seemed like she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to do. She hadn't pulled out of his grasp yet... Maybe that at least meant something. Then she mentioned that she had helped all that she had been required to already. Leave it up to her to work even on such a day as this. Though, the surprising part was that she actually admitted that she had been waiting on him. He couldn't describe the strange feeling that he got at knowing that she had actually been waiting for him, had really been hoping that he would come.

Though, he tried to hide the fact that it actually meant something to him that she had waited for him. Aside from the half smile that he offered as she looked up at him. ”Always working, aren't you?” He instead commented on the fact that she had been working before waiting on him... That was a safer subject. Then she asked him what he wanted to do instead and he shrugged. ”It is kind of nice to dance again...” And to actually have some sort of physical contact, which was something that he really hadn't had since winning his games. It seemed that he didn't even realize that he had been missing such small and innocent things until they were right in front of him again.

”But if you get bored just let me know.” A deep chuckle left his vocals. ”All of this is more than I'm used to... So, I could probably just stay here all night and be fine.” He shrugged slightly but had begun to lead her in dancing to the slower beat now. It was true, he would probably be fine doing just this until the party was put to an end and they were all sent home.
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Lacey Linen
 Posted on: Dec 29 2017, 10:06 PM
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Lacey scrunched up her nose as he talked about her working. It was entirely true and she didn't have even a decent come back for it. The one thing that he always did was hide as a hermit in his victor's village and he was obviously out of his tower this evening. There was nothing to be said except a painful acceptance and finally a smile and a nod. She did fill her life with work, her sister had bugged her about it, her patient's had worried about it, and now she had Kevlar here to joke with her as well. But, at least the dancing in the public would get two of the three off her back.

She doubted that she would get bored with dancing, she hadn't done it in so long and it felt rather good. Even the slow movements to the beat. Her feet easily followed his this time and it took less thought not to step on the toes of her dance partner. That would be terrible, she didn't need any jokes about causing some surgery to get an excuse to finally work this evening. She could already hear it now. So, though it was more romantic and she felt as though she was slowly getting closer to him physically (and emotionally) she didn't mind the slower song.

"All night? Well, that eases my mind. I was afraid if you got overwhelmed, you'd run back home." Lacey's lips curved upward and she stifled to the laugh that stuck in her throat as she said the words, jesting him back finally. The real question was whether or not to just enjoy the music and the dance silently or to attempt a little more small talk. On all of their little jaunts and the ceremonious drink afterward, she had learned plenty about his favorite books, foods, and a little about his sister. What else could she bother him about?

So silence for a bit it was. The song and the band that played it was fantastic. It was a shame that these types of talents were only allowed to be seen and heard the one time a year. She knew what Panem was afraid of, they resided in one of the most rebellious districts. As it came to a stop, this time she did back away... this is when she should have been thanking him for the wonderful dance and telling him how glad she was that he came. But, instead, she sort of choked out something else. "I think I am getting thirsty, after all."

"And some air?" She looked to a side door as a person held it open and revealed some white flurries had begun to fall from the sky. Could the night get any more like a fairytale?
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