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Post by Seneca Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:01:25 GMT
Seneca frowned just slightly. Of course Lucius wouldn't get how it would be hard for him, thinking of Matthias enough to draw him. But Seneca wasn't going to push the issue to Lucius. Making him feel worse wasn't going to help their situation at all. He could deal with the guilt feeling as he drew the poor boy. He himself was a talented artist, achieving a realistic look in most of his art. It was trained art though, for the most part. Learned from art classes and Gamemaker classes rather than using it to express his creativity. He'd learned to create concept art and the like, and it was hard to loosen up for things like this. He didn't have to have things perfect or focus on how people would think of it. There wouldn't be a critique. Not from anyone who mattered anyways and not on the art itself. No He just needed to let go and draw for fun. Because they could. It would mean more then.
"You are going to try and sleep too. And you are not staying home today. You aren't really sick, you just ate too much. You need to go to school." Seneca said with a certain sternness despite how tired he felt. He stopped drawing to look at Lucius, watching him close to be sure he was actually paying attention to him. He hated seeing the boy sick but he didn't want to see him start getting low marks by staying home. And Cade hardly got anything done when he was worrying about taking care of the child. "You can't skip school all the time Lucius, it's an important thing even if you don't like it. We've discussed this before." No matter how much he wanted to just give in and give the child the freedom to stay home like he wanted, he knew it would hurt the boy more than it would help in the long run. He was just looking after his boy.
Taking a deep breath Seneca went back to scribbling in grass at the comment about Snow. Oh how he wanted to just agree with the attitude that Lucius showed. And that itself was surprising to Seneca, but another thing he was sure the boy got from him. That and the normal choice of keeping it in. "Snow is never happy. But Snow would be very angry if I even mentioned going to eleven. He doesn't like them over there and well... the trip to Four was a miracle. He doesn't want people moving between districts Luc, us included." His knowledge of the outer districts was minimal. He wasn't entirely sure of just how bad things were out there. Neither would Luc, and most of the Capitol he was certain. "I know you hate that answer but... I want to be able to be here for you and I can't do that if I'm constantly testing Snow's patience. And he's an easy one to push over that edge.. Lucius I just can't I'm sorry..."
Then came the tears. What to do with the tears. Seneca shook his head, reaching and brushing his son's hair back a bit as he thought about just what he could say. "I'm sorry Luc... You know I would do almost anything to make you happy. But... I can't do that if I'm in trouble. And... I am sure she was nice. She sounds like a wonderful person. She sounds like an amazing friend and I wish you could find more friends like that. I can't change where she lives though or that she can't just come visit. And you can't just go visit either." It was very true, he wished that Lucius could get to know Rue better and have friends like he described. She sounded amazing for someone like Lucius, although definitely not like something that would fit in the Capitol. He knew for sure it would, Lucius was similar and he had such a hard time it made Seneca more sad than anything. But he didn't want to dwell, he really didn't.
"He is really old, isn't he?" Seneca commented with a light chuckle, trying to lift the mood a bit. Snow wasn't around to hear, Lucius wasn't going to go running around screaming about how Seneca called the president old or anything else. It was safe, here and now in their own room. "And maybe a little dumb. Separating children after they become friends, not too smart is it. Kids are stubborn, aren't you? And to mess with the Cranes? Well that isn't too smart either."
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Post by Lucius Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:01:51 GMT
Lucius looked to his father with a frown when he spoke. Was his father insane? He planned to send him to school when he was feeling so incredibly awful. Just because he wasn't sick with an illness didn't mean he didn't still feel sick. His stomach ached from the food, yes, but the crying only made it worse and he wasn't done with that. His head was starting to hurt and he was miserably tired. How did Seneca expect him to function on an hour of sleep and feeling miserable. It would just mean an extra long night for Seneca tomorrow.
"I don't want to go to school." Lucius said quietly, looking down again at the drawing, but he didn't continue to actually draw on it. "It's hard enough normally and I really don't feel well regardless of the reason." he whispered, looking back up to his father. "How am I supposed to do anything feeling yucky and tired?" he asked quietly, tilting his head slightly as he waited for the answer
He then sighed and shook his head a bit. "What kind of leader is he? Not a very good one if he doesn't love all of his people..." he mumbled, shaking his head a bit. "Why doesn't he like them, daddy? They are better than a lot of the people here...is that why? Because his is mean and awful so he likes mean and awful people better?" he asked curiously.
He sniffled a bit and rubbed his eyes more, wiping away both tears and sleep. He looked back to the drawing and continued what he had been doing. "It just isn't fair...." he said quietly. "It isn't fair that he gets to decide who I can be friends with. Who I can see, where I can go, what I can do and say. It isn't fair that he has your life hanging over my head all the time either. A real leader wouldn't do that to people." he said.
It wasn't right that he had to be careful and have his life controlled all the time. It wasn't right that everyone had to live in such fear. He shouldn't be afraid his father could be killed if the wrong child died or lived in Snow's sick games. It was just majorly messed up and Lucius was growing so very tired of it.
Lucius did manage a bit of a smile. "He is ancient." he said, amused a bit now. "And he has a lame beard. It's not like yours." he said, reaching up and gently rubbing his hand along it as he had done since he was a baby, giggling at how much it tickled his hand. "And yes...he is dumb. He doesn't care about us...any of us kids." he said. "But no...I am not stubborn. Not at all." he said firmly.
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Post by Seneca Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:03:07 GMT
A large portion of Seneca really wanted to let Lucius stay home. Even as far as to say that he wanted to take Lucius out of classes for Games week in general. It wasn't fair that his son to be targeted for Games information, or attacked for Seneca's possible shortcomings. No in an ideal world Seneca would pull Lucius from school during the Games to protect him from such things. He'd planned it actually, for next Games anyways, that he could give Lucius the option. But it was late for these Games and making arrangements mid week wasn't going to work. His gaze moved to the picture and he just worked very quietly as he thought about it all. He really didn't want to argue with Lucius. That was the last desire he had here today.
"I know you don't want to go. I know it's hard. It was always hard for me too. I just..." He sighed and took a deep breath. He wasn't going to argue the subject. Not now, not here, not when he was already feeling this tired. It just wasn't worth the time spent. He took a breath and just hugged Lucius. "We will see when morning comes. You need to try and sleep. You won't feel better if you don't sleep some. And... if it makes you feel better I've arranged for next Games you'll just stay home for the week." He gave a bit of a nod, hoping it would be at least somewhat encouraging rather than making things worse. "We will see in the morning." He repeated to look at the drawing again, quiet at the next set of question. Snow was a hard one to explain, and there was the extra factor that there was some relationship between Seneca's mother and the old man.
Seneca gave a slight shrug. "There's a lot to this world that you don't know. That I don't know. Snow may have his reasons, I don't understand them either. I haven't seen too many of them out there as bad people I don't know why he doesn't like them so I can't explain to you. When I figure it out, you'll be the first to know I promise." He said, shaking his head at the boy. He wasn't going to go as far as saying Snow was mean and awful. Sure he was but Seneca was scared enough of the man not to start spewing his entire opinion. He was fearful of the man to no end, but constantly trying to impress him and be good enough. Like a son desperately trying to get his father's approval but always being pushed back down. Never getting what he wanted the most, that approval and validation. The larger white haired man wouldn't give him anything of the sort. But Lucius didn't need to know that feeling and Seneca was desperate not to make him feel like he needed to search for validation.
"It isn't fair, no. It isn't. But he's Snow. He doesn't have to be fair and he doesn't want to be fair to anyone. He just..." Seneca stopped, not daring to look back up at Lucius as he continued. Snow had Seneca's life hanging over both of their heads. Any wrong move and Seneca could be dead by any chosen number of execution methods. He hadn't dared told Lucius how close things really were last Games. The normally clean white room covered in the blood of their camera crew after Snow and his Peacekeepers made their point. The mess it was, the horror of being so close to that... He'd been a very quiet man for at least a week after that but had never explained it to Lucius. Hadn't even mentioned what had gone wrong. Just that Snow was disappointed so now they needed more Games and he had to work more. "He has my life in his hands now and I don't know how to get out of it. I didn't realize what a curse this job could be.. I was just happy for the recognition..." The man took a breath and closed his eyes. He was fearful for his life, and no matter how hard he tried to hide it from Lucius it seemed obvious.
"Oh right. He's ancient and I'm just old. Well, I think he's really really old. He acts like he was never a kid, maybe he's so old he forgot." Seneca commented and grinned a bit more at that, shaking his head. There was something about the fact that the child still liked to touch his beard that was amusing. He shrugged some. "I work very hard on mine. Very very hard. It's an art of his own. And... He stopped for a moment, coloring a little more onto the page. "He doesn't care about anything outside keeping the Capitol going. I know that much. The Capitol and controlling people. Those are his things, what he does. But... let's not talk about him alright?" He shook his head and looked back down. "I can finish this if you want to try and sleep." He suggested.
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Post by Lucius Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:03:19 GMT
Lucius nodded and nestled against his father when he was hugged, listening to him quietly. "I...I dont have any friends. I just have those mean kids who pick on me. Why do they always pick on me?" he asked with a frown as he looked up to his father. He didn't understand it really. He didn't like the games. He didn't have information on them. He had nothing to do with them and he just wanted to be left alone about it. Seneca stating he could stay home during the next games did make him feel a bit better, but he would have to make it through this week first. "We will see how I feel in the morning. If I don't feel good still I can stay home? I can't learn feeling like this..." he whispered. "And yes...I want to be allowed to stay home during games week." he added. He just wished he had thought of it sooner.
He sighed softly as he continued to speak of Snow. The man couldn't possibly have any good reasons for the way he did things. There was just simply no way that he possibly could have a good reason. "I don't want to lose you just because of his dumb and picky he is...I don't want to lose you at all." he said quietly, nestling closer to him, not moving away from that hug from earlier. "There had to be a way to make him stop. To stop him or get out of his hands...there has to be a way." he whispered. He knew well enough that it would be no simple task and that it wasn't like Seneca could just quit. He had a feeling doing that would just make Snow more angry and he would probably just kill him anyway.
"Snow is ancient, but you aren't old, Daddy. Grandpa is old." Lucius said with a sleepy grin as he spoke about Cade. "And Snow doesn't even try to make his beard look cool." he added. He had so many more questions about Snow. So many more questions to ask his father about everything, but now he was so tired and felt so yucky that he was content just in Seneca's arms. "Okay Daddy." he pleasantly agreed with him saying not to talk about Snow anymore. The questions could wait for another night. "And...I finished my part so yes of course you can finish the picture." he added quietly, hugging him tightly. He clung to him tightly and just watched him for a moment with the drawing before his eyes became so heavy he just couldn't hold them open any longer. He yawned as he closed them, burying his face against Seneca's chest. "I love you daddy." he said softly.
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