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Post by Atticus Velus on Apr 1, 2015 22:37:06 GMT
Atticus had been looking forward to Seneca's trip out to thirteen that he was told he would be making once the games ended, as he always looked forward to the brief and and infrequent times he got to spend with the love of his life. It was painful being so far away from him after the two had been right by each others side for so many years when they were younger, but it was necessary. Seneca was needed as head gamemaker in the Capitol so that someone held a position that would allow them to be close to Snow and to get information that would be much too risky and difficult for anyone else. Atticus couldn't stick around there and his skills were needed here. Battle Captain was an important job and one that Atticus was very proud of and took very seriously. Someday their little family would be together for good, but until then they just had to make the best of it.
It was incredibly difficult to do so when he got a frantic call from Seneca stating that sweet little Lucius was missing. That had never happened before. There were just too many possibilities of what could have happened to him. He had heard about what the brats at the school had done to their precious little boy and he had been utterly disgusted and it had taken an awful lot of effort not to fly over and kick their asses twice as bad. What if they had done something to him? What if Snow had something to do with the child's disappearance to punish Seneca? What if it was simply some creep who took the helpless child? There were just too many possibilities and Atticus didn't believe for a second that Lucius had just run off on his own. He wasn't that kind of kid.
He sighed a bit, tapping his pen on the table he was sitting at in his "office", that was set up more like a business meeting room with electronic boards covering all the walls to be used as drawing boards and maps and whatever else he needed them for. He hadn't been able to get anything done today, knowing that today was the day he told Seneca to come to thirteen regardless of if he had found Luc or not. If he hadn't he was going to go out and search for the child with them. Lucius was just as much Atti's son as he was Sene's and he would risk everything to make sure he was safe and sound. He was hopeful that little Luc would be coming with Seneca for the first time ever. He needed to make sure he was okay with his own eyes and it had been much too long since the family had been all together.
Finally it was almost the scheduled time for the hoverplane to come in that was supposed to be carrying his Sene and his Luc, if it actually was, was a completely different story. He shoved his papers back into a semi-neat pile that he locked away in a cabinet before he headed from the room and straight to where the hanger was located, giving brief "Hellos" to people as he passed, but still making it very clear that he was in a hurry and couldn't stop to talk. "I see they haven't landed yet...I was almost hoping that had arrived early." Atticus told Cade with a soft sigh after finding the old avox already waiting in the Hanger for his son and grandson. "Do you think he found little Luc? I really hope so...I really do...and I hope they are both safe and will both be here soon." he said, running his fingers through his hair as a paced nervously. He wanted his family together again, safe and sound.
It wasn't too long before he heard the familiar noises though that meant a plane was coming in. It had to be them. They had to be on that plane. He watched it come in and land smoothly, watching carefully as the back door was opened for the passengers to step out. He just stood still, eagerly waiting for them to come out. They had to come out. They both had to be safe.
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Post by Seneca Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:37:51 GMT
Sneaking through the woods between the districts had been an interesting adventure. Familiar to Seneca only partially, but he knew the way. He knew enough. The middle of the night was a good time for sneaking, although between the soreness through most of his body and leading a sleepy Lucius it had been much more difficult than the young Gamemaker had remembered. It was worth it though. They would be coming to see Atticus, the person he'd grown up with. The only person he'd truly loved. Even Lucius' mother had been more of an image deal than an actual relationship. He'd been scared when he called Atticus there was no doubt about that. And he would have called him again had he the opportunity to do so. Hiding on a freight train through the districts was not the easiest place to keep communication. At least they had found the hoverplane, the impatient pilot pushing them in a hurry into the transport. It wasn't delayed, that was for sure. Seneca had managed to settle a bit more comfortably here. Although between his pain and the motion of flying, both he and Lucius found themselves feeling a bit ill. No matter how many times he had done this, Seneca still cringed at the initial movement and spent most of the trip just trying not to throw up. It seemed Lucius had gotten that from him just as well.
Somewhere along the way both seemed to have fallen asleep. Nothing in the past week had been good sleep. Even the time on the train with just Lucius had been difficult. Every move, or laying down wrong, caused sharp pain across his whole back. There wasn't a good way to sleep and even now he was jolted awake quite often from shifting positions in his sleep. The landing itself, although smooth, was enough to wake Seneca once more. He looked around, rubbing his tired blue eyes as he processed just where he was now. With the odd dreams that always plagued his sleep in recent years, he had a tendency to check his surroundings when he woke up. Never knew when he could be imprisoned somewhere, or caught in the wrong place. His gaze moved to Lucius and he gave a bit of a sigh in relief. Lucius was there, he was at least safe, the only real danger was the piercing glare from the quite militaristic pilot who had no patience whatsoever. He just wanted them off his hoverplane as soon as possible. Seneca took a deep breath and pushed himself to get up, cringing just as much as the first day. He picked up his bag of things, then gently picked up Lucius. He wanted to cry from the feeling of the lashes on his back, but he wasn't going to wake the boy.
Cade had been well ahead of the two, stopping to find Lucius had been important for Seneca but Cade had made promises. Plans. And the government of District Thirteen was hardly more lenient than the Capitol. In fact he saw in recent times they had become even further controlling and strict. There was no certainty of when Seneca could actually make it and so he had set off on his own. The old avox was patient enough at least, waiting in the hanger with a calm look to his face. He knew Seneca was sure of where Lucius was, and he knew there was no doubt he would have found him. Both were smart enough. The older man looked toward Atticus with a bit of a sigh. He on the other hand seemed stressed. There wasn't a doubt to that. Cade gave a bit of a shrug. "It's nice to see you again too. They will be fine." He assured him in sign, watching closely. "They are smart and good at sneaking around the place. They will be here, and you know these planes are rarely exactly on time." The avox reminded him, but gave an encouraging smile. It grew slightly as the door opened as if on queue. "And here they are."
Seneca came quietly out the opened door of the hoverplane, carrying the sleeping Lucius who he didn't dare wake up. Not yet anyways. There was a look to his face, not of joy and not of sadness either, rather fighting hard not to show how he was feeling physically. Between the scar across his cheek and down his neck, and the slight bruising over his eye where the peacekeeper had initially punched him, he couldn't really hide it. The man looked between Cade and Atticus quietly, until Cade came over and with what strength he had took young Lucius to relieve Seneca of carrying the child. Sene looked down for a second, closing his eyes before he finally pushed himself through how he felt to make eye contact with Atticus. He didn't speak right away. Having been separate for a year now it should have been easy to have something to say. For a man of Seneca's personality he should have said a lot. But there were no words really. Nothing came.
Instead the man walked up to Atticus, and despite every bit of pain and soreness threw his arms around his old friend and lover. He closed his eyes, laying his head against his shoulder for a second. He needed the comfort too, he needed someone there.
"A year is far too long." Seneca said with a relieved sigh. He looked up again though, giving somewhat of a smile to Atticus. He was a mess really, his hair untouched, even the beard had been left for a few days and he didn't have his normal put together look. He looked a bit younger and less mature than usual but that was okay here. His smile was as genuine as could be and he just searched for something to say in his still waking up mind. "Well... I found him. And we made it... and uh... I'm not going to get you into any trouble am I? I don't want to cause trouble. There's been far too much trouble lately..." He quickly stepped back from the hug though, concerned as he remembered the more military attitude of this place. Almost running and hugging Atticus might not be acceptable, and considering the punishment he'd received only days before he didn't feel like anything else. He gave a nervous look to Atticus and subconsciously turning his head a bit to hide the bruise on his eye. It was no use, but he could try. There was no hiding how he was nearly in tears over everything in the last couple of months. So much in his life had changed and he didn't know what to do. He could hold his composure in the Capitol, but with Atticus who he trusted with everything, he just let that image disappear. There was nobody here to impress today.
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Post by Atticus Velus on Apr 1, 2015 22:38:45 GMT
Atticus gave a sort of nod at what Cade had to sign to him, understanding and knowing that it was true, but it hadn't been enough to stop the worry. Nothing stopped the worry until he finally saw Seneca emerge from the plane, carrying a sleeping Lucius. That meant that Luc was safe and sound and they wouldn't have to go out and search for him. They could stop worrying and just enjoy their time together now as a little family. The worry came back though as he watched Seneca and Luc. Not because Lucius was sleeping, the child cat napped and there was good probability that wherever he had been he hadn't slept too well without Seneca there at night. What worried him was the way his love looked. He noticed the scars and the look on his face. He noticed how unkempt he was.
He just stared at him when he was silent, looking him up and down as he stood silently before him. It seemed he didn't know what to say either and that was definitely not like his Sene. He gave a look of great concern and was about to ask when Seneca stepped forward and hugged him. Of course he wrapped his arms around him and tilted his head to rest his cheek against Seneca's messy hair, gently rubbing a hand over his back. He didn't need to be asked a million questions right yet, that much was clear. He just needed comfort and that was what he was going to get until he was ready to speak.
Atti lifted his head to look at him, nodding a bit in agreement as he reached up and ran some of his fingers through Seneca's hair. "It is far too long. There has to be a way we can fix that...make it shorter." he said thoughtfully. He wanted Seneca and Luc and Cade here with him for good, but that couldn't happen just yet. For now they would just have to figure out something different, but he had a feeling that he wasn't going to be able to let him go so easily this time. "And yes, I am so glad you found him and I am glad you both got here safely and later I want to know the details of where he was and why and how." he added/ He wanted to know who was responsible for the disappearance and all the worry and heartache the whole thing had caused.
He frowned more though when he started to panic a little bit. He put his hands on Sene's arms and moved him away enough so that he could actually see his face. The scars. The black eye. The tears that were threatening to spill from those gorgeous blue eyes at any moment. "Oh Sene..." he shook his head. "No, no. You aren't going to get me into trouble. None of us are going to get into trouble. I am allowed to hug my boyfriend. If someone has a problem with it then...well...screw them. They don't have to be around." he said simply, shaking his head. "There won't be any trouble here. You are safe and everything his fine." he took a breath and just looked him over again for a moment.
Eventually he reached up and gently traced his fingers near the bruise around his eye and near the scar, not actually touching them as his point wasn't to cause pain. "Sene, what happened to you? Who would do this to you? Why did they do this to you?" he asked, both a strange sadness and a bit of anger in his tone and in the look in his eyes. He was trying to hold back his anger as much as possible, but it wasn't exactly easy and eventually it just sort of bubbled over. "I am going to kill whoever did this to you. No...I am going to do worse than kill them. They will wish they were dead by the time I am through with them." he continued, off on a rampage now. "Tell me, Seneca, who marked up my sweet Sene's beautiful face? Who would dare lay a hand on you?" he asked, almost feeling guilty for not having been there to protect him. He was the more physically one of the two really.
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Post by Seneca Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:40:20 GMT
Seneca did momentarily enjoy the hug. He didn't want to let go except for the wave of paranoia that had rushed over him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the fact that he could actually touch Atticus now. He didn't get that much anymore. Cade was nice to hug sometimes, but he wasn't his Atticus. He wasn't his best friend. His love. He looked up quietly, shaking his head. "How Atticus? How could we fix that? The Capitol will get suspicious if I disappear more often. They might already be." There was worry, fear, in his voice. He was typically quite confident. Even here. But he couldn't stay. Not yet. "And you know I can't stay for good. I'd be useless to everyone here. I'm only good for information and you know that." There was a sad whine to his voice at that, but he simply gave a nod. He would tell the whole story later. When they could sit down together and not be interrupted or surrounded by everyone. He cringed slightly at any touch but he got over it quickly. This was Atticus, he wouldn't hurt him.
But he still froze when Atticus grabbed his arms. He stared at his old friend right in the eyes, still near tears and shaking his head. "I.. I don't know. I I just remembered something about this place being strict and I didn't want to get you in trouble. There's been too much trouble and it's all just suck a mess!" Seneca shook his head and looked around them. The man had woken up from a horrible dream already, and the days past, everything was danger really. But he stopped talking, stopped moving, and looked at Atticus in silence for at least a moment. He couldn't argue with that face, that comforting tone to his voice. He couldn't not believe it. He took a breath and nodded a bit, though he couldn't help the single tear that started down his dirty cheek. He looked down, quiet, a bit ashamed even that he had panicked. "I know. I'm not Upset or embarrassed about us. I'm not I promise you." He added, but quickly stopped and returned his gaze to Atticus' face instead of the ground.
There was a visible cringe, and for a moment he pulled away from Atticus' touch. Not in true pain but in anticipation of it. A couple more tears joined the first as he tried to think of how to explain it to him. How to explain to the person who cared about him most what he had been up to in the last few days. Taking a shaky breath the Gamemaker looked down and away from the sad look. "It was a Peacekeeper... In Eleven. That's where Lucius went. It wasn't a big deal but... there was this little girl being beaten and Lucius and this other little girl and the Peacekeeper was going to hit Luc. I-" He stopped abruptly and startled back away from Atticus momentarily when he snapped. Staring wide eyed, the man shook his head at Atticus. There was a slight fear at that, he didn't need more violence. Not now. He looked down once more. "Atti please. Please promise me you won't do anything stupid. Please. I did it to myself. I interrupted a Peacekeeper. I interfered. He just punched me... and a couple lashes... and maybe one kick. But it's not worth maybe losing you." He grabbed Atticus' arms this time, a pleading look to his tear filled eyes as he looked back to him. He couldn't stand the idea of losing Atticus. He would have done the same for his friend, just as he had Lucius. He'd give his life for this man, he wasn't going to let him even think about going out there and endangering himself too.
"I'm sure it will heal and... you'd be more useful here." Seneca whispered, leaning on him once again to hug him. "I need my Atti. Someone has to take care of it, and you can't do that if you're running all over Panem trying to find that Peacekeeper. I'll let you look, and help fix it up, but please promise you won't go anywhere." He leaned close, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek though. "But you still think my face is beautiful? Even after this and being dirty?" He asked in the most innocent of whispers. He wasn't going to reveal that the wounds were actually worse and that most were covered by clothing. He'd see soon enough. Seneca closed his eyes. "You'd be proud. I actually spoke up. It got me beat but I saved her life. And I think you'd be proud that I got myself out of real danger. Took a little money but, I paid off a Peacekeeper. That's a first for me." He tried to be slightly positive. Although still upset, and a bit shaken from the whole thing, he wanted to calm Atticus. He wanted him to settle, he wanted to see that smile. He needed that smile, for his own sanity. words// 848 tags// Atticus Velus, Lucius Crane, Aurelia Velus, Cade Desruisseauxnotes//
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Post by Atticus Velus on Apr 1, 2015 22:41:54 GMT
"Hey..." Atticus shook his head quickly, a very sincere and firm tone to his voice already. "That is the biggest lie I have ever heard. You are not useless to everyone here. You will never be useless to me and I want you here. Everyone has a job here and we could surely find you something too. You could help me, I am sure. I will always be here to catch you when things don't work out in the Capitol. You will always have me to fall back on." he told him, gently stroking his hair a bit assuming that was a safe place to touch without hurting him since he cringed and winced in pain at some of the other places. He sighed a bit. "I wish you would just stay here with me. We could be together. I could keep you safe. I could keep Luc safe." he looked toward Cade and the child for a moment.
He shook his head slightly as he looked back to him. "It's okay Sene, it's okay. There is no trouble here. You aren't going to get me in trouble for being lovey and I am not going to get into trouble for being lovey with you." he assured him, his voice soft and gentle. "I know you have been through a lot. Too much. But you won't have to deal with anymore here. You are okay now. You are out of the bad and the trouble." he promised, reaching over and wiping the tear away gently. It hurt him to see Seneca so upset. He wanted him to feel happy and safe, but he wasn't sure exactly to say to fix it for him. "No I know, but...I just meant that if anyone thought we were doing something wrong they can just get over it. There is nothing wrong with hugging people you love...especially when they need your comfort." he told him, though he was glad to hear that he didn't feel bad or awkward about them.
Atticus frowned as he listened to his story. "A peacekeeper did this to you? Did they not know who you are? Something tells me that it isn't exactly acceptable to beat up Snow's precious head gamemaker." he said, shaking his head a bit. "They were beating a little girl? A little girl? Not some adult? Another child stepped in. Why? Why another child and not anyone else in eleven?" he was still angry and it showed. He couldn't understand why it had been two children, one being his Lucius, that had stepped in to protect each other. Then Seneca. Seneca of all people. He would have never expected such behavior from him honestly, but a little part of him was proud and glad he had. The sad thing was though, he probably wouldn't have if Luc hadn't been involved, but that was a minor detail.
"He was going to hit Luc? He punched you, whipped you, and he kicked you? I am going to..." He finally seemed to become aware of the hands on his arms and the way that Seneca was looking at him. The way he was begging him not to do anything. Not to get himself in more trouble. He was right of course. What good was he to his family if he was dead? How could he protect them in the future without being around? He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to try and relax himself a bit. "Okay, okay...I am sorry. I am so sorry." he said, not quite sure if he was apologizing for not being there or if he really was apologizing for getting so worked up.
Atti pulled his sleeve down over his hand and reached up to his face. "I won't hurt you. Just stay still." he told him, gently wiping away the tears and dirt as much as he could before giving a nod. "Of course I still think your face is beautiful. You'll always be beautiful to me." he said, gently placing his hands on his sides as he gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "And we should head back to our compartment. Cade can lay Luc down to nap and Lia should be done with classes in a little bit and I can get you checked out and fixed up." he gently stroked his hair back a bit more before he gently took his hand and turned to move from the hanger.
"I am very proud of my Sene. I hate that you got hurt, but I am proud of you for saving that girl." Atticus spoke so sincerely toward him, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb as he walked slowly beside him. "I never would have expected you to be able to do something like that, but I am glad you proved me wrong and I am glad you at least are safe now. Both you and Lucius." he added before looking toward his best friend with pure curiosity. "What was Lucius doing in Eleven anyway?" he asked, suddenly realizing just how odd that was.
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Post by Seneca Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:44:37 GMT
Seneca looked up quickly, frowning a bit at the stern tone. "I know, I know. I just... what can I do that is actually helpful? I sure can't fight or help with military strategy and I really..." He sighed, looking back down once more. His uses had all been related to his position as head Gamemaker, rather than anything he could do on his own here. He took a breath but nodded just to make Atticus feel better. He leaned his head against him once more, shaking his head. "When I'm done in the Capitol I'll come running to you. I want you, no matter where I have to live to do that. You don't have to worry about that part." He assured him, though his voice was quiet when he did. He was leaned on him, closing his eyes and taking in the feeling of comfort being close brought. He wished that didn't have to end, he put on a brave face and a confident look in the Capitol but he could be just as cuddly as Lucius. Especially when hurting. All he wanted was some real love and hugs. The man lifted his gaze to look toward Cade and Lucius as well. "He would rather be here, you know that." He said quietly.
His gaze lifted to his face and Seneca gave a bit of a nod. "Okay. As long as you say so Atti... I trust you." Seneca whispered and watched him. He did trust Atticus, but having been beat up was a new thing for him. He was used to being the favorite. The one who was loved by those in physical proximity to him. He didn't have anything to fear in the Capitol for physical harm. He was sure even Snow would make his execution fast. He could hope so anyways. But his nightmares recently had put that execution as either drawn out torture, or being forced into the Hunger Games himself. He didn't want to think about that. It made his job harder to handle, even with the justification of rebel ties. Even then in these Pre-Games times he was sick with himself. Knowing that even as a rebel, during the Games he could get carried away. Truly enjoying himself... There was a guilt he couldn't shake. He could enjoy the Games, if nobody had to die in them. There could be a Games with no real death... right? It was the lingering child maybe to think so, but he could cling to some justification for his enjoyment of the job. He looked to Atticus again and nodded, giving him a gentle kiss. "I would hope they wouldn't have a problem with it. It was in the deal about me working with them." He commented. He wouldn't have come to help if they were to tell him that it meant he would have to hide his care for Atticus. If he couldn't love his family then neither place was worth siding with.
Quickly he looked back to the ground, shaking his head. He didn't know what to say at first, biting his lip and rubbing his arm as he tried to form the rest of the story. To answer him, but calm him down. Both would be hard tasks on their own for the tired and hurting Gamemaker but together was a scary thing. "A Peacekeeper yeah... Peacekeepers are vile creatures Atticus, more so than I thought." He said, his voice quiet and his words careful. If he forced himself to calm down then maybe his friend would come down with him. His icy gaze searched Atticus' face as he thought very carefully. "I would like to say that I don't belong to Snow but... yes... beating up his precious Head Gamemaker would be on the unacceptable list. If Snow new about it. But... he didn't know who I was. I was in Eleven, my face was mostly covered and he was in the middle of something. He just lashed out. He stopped as soon as he saw my face though... Well he at least hesitated. But there isn't danger for him, I can't tell Snow. Snow would kill me for being there." He gave a very worried look, a fearful look, at even the mention of Snow's name. The man was a threat no matter where Seneca was, as long as he lived he would be a scary thought.
The man gave a bit of a nod though at the rest of the repeated story. "A little girl. Lucius' friend's cousin. Her family was ill. On hard times. They all are starving but this family was even more desperate. Nobody in that place looked like they ate much and the girl well... she was thin and fragile and he was just going at her. Like... All she did was take some food for her family. So they could eat. And it became a public beating. And everyone just watched. They stood there like it was- it was normal." He hesitated for a second on the phrase but nodded when he figured it was true. "Everyone was I don't know too scared to step in. They'd just accepted it. There was just this dead feeling to the whole place. The district looked nothing like the pictures we see from the Capitol. The people are... missing a lot. Lucius said even the children really didn't act like children. They worked and worked for almost nothing." He looked to Atticus and held onto his arms. He'd been thinking so much about the whole thing, from the pain to the faces of the crowds. It was so weird, so scary. It lingered in his mind for sure. "There was a hollowness to it, the place was creepy to be honest. I don't blame people for not stepping up. I didn't want to either. Fear of the pain it would cause, knowing it would hardly make a difference. But... when they left it was different."
Seneca gave him another nod about Luc. But he watched his long time friend with the saddest look to his eyes, just begging him not to go on about going after the Peacekeeper. He didn't want to hear it. He did't want to think about it. "Luc stepped into the mess. Guess it takes a child to get things started. Apparently they don't like being interrupted, and they don't have standards. But yes, he did all of that. And he didn't apologize even when he knew it was me. I don't know if he would have continued had I not paid him off." He took a deep breath as he relaxed his grip on his friend's arms. He was thankful that Atticus also did, and for the apology, even if he didn't exactly believe he was sorry for feeling angry. Seneca himself just hadn't reached the anger stage just yet. He was still in the scared pain. Soon he would get that anger back from the initial anger after the beating.
"Everyone walked away differently... I think maybe we all started something..." Seneca commented but left off there. He didn't know how to describe the feeling in the air of District Eleven after the lashing had ended. It was eerie, but there was something else. He wasn't sure if they had seen who he was as well as the Peacekeeper, maybe some had, but his actions said much more than the title of Head Gamemaker ever would. "Thank you for calming down. I like calm, I need something calm. There's been far too much anger recently." He whispered. Since Snow's massacre of a large portion of his team after the 73rd Games, things had been tense everywhere he looked. More so than before. He expected the anger from Snow, but hadn't expected it from the Peacekeepers just yet. That day would come where he ran for his life. It wasn't yet. But the last thing he wanted was to even hear the anger in Atticus. Even in defense of him. It was just the same in this moment as being yelled at.
Closing his eyes tightly Seneca did stand still as Atticus asked. He trusted his lover no doubt but there was that instinctive flinch at the touch. Even so gentle he did. But after the initial flinching he opened his eyes again to sadly watch Atticus. He believed him. That didn't change that Seneca didn't want scars on his face. He didn't like to see himself a mess and bruised. He knew Atticus didn't either. Still he would hardly call his current state beautiful. "I hope this doesn't scar. You may always think my face is fine but..." He stopped and wrapped his arms around Atticus, closing his eyes this time in a moment of relaxation. Something he hadn't really had for a bit. He gave him a gentle kiss in return and wished they could just be close for longer, but Atticus was right. They should get to their own space. Not everyone needed to hear what happened either. He gave a nod and took Atticus' hand tightly in his before he glanced toward Cade and gave a bit of a smile. The old avox nodded to them and followed. At his own slower pace carrying Lucius, but following no less. He knew where he was going.
"There's a lot more. That I haven't looked at and I don't know how bad it is. I just know it hurts to move. In any way." The man said, desperate to get something to make any part of it feel better. He didn't want to hurt any time he was touched. He had gone through that with Lucius and it was horrible to see him feel that way after those kids had beat him up. Seneca looked over toward him as he walked, keeping a bit of a normal pace still at least, giving the smallest of smiles. "I rebelled. Straight out, consciously did it. If Snow had seen it would have been a real smack in his face. I'm more of a background type person I don't do this physical stuff. I still don't want to do it again." He glanced around the hall at the few faces around but then quickly have to Atticus once more. "That girl should be safe. For now, but there wasn't a way I could protect her for good. And I couldn't even stick around to meet her. She was so hurt she was unconscious. But I'd do it again. I don't regret it. The pain hurts like hell but..." Seneca took a breath and glanced back toward Cade and Lucius again and sighed. "She was worth it. Any of them would have been." He concluded even for himself. He really hadn't thought too hard about if he would. Only about how angry he was at the Peacekeeper for doing it to him. Now so much went through his mind. And worst of all, that he could be seeing either Rue or her cousin in the Games some day. That realization wasn't one he hoped for here.
At least there was a distraction. Any other time the slowness of such a realization from Atticus would have made him laugh. It took him that long to realize that Lucius being in Eleven wasn't a normal thing? But Seneca wasn't much for a laughing mood right now. And it wasn't really a laughing matter. Seneca simply gave a bit of a nod. "He snuck away on one of the victor's trains. The guy from Eleven, after their second tribute died in the Games. He managed to sneak out of the Capitol under a table. He's shaping up to fit into this stuff on his own. But apparently he wanted to go see Rue. He met her at Snow's huge get everyone together party. Convince the kids of the districts that the Capitol is great and all that stuff he does. They got along and really Atti... I wish so much she lived in the Capitol. You should have seen them together. They were such good friends. And he spent a few days with her. But he's safe here. Rue isn't hurt... I think they both got through it all okay enough. but I just hope that sweet little girl stays out of the mess that might be coming..." words// 2063 tags// Atticus Velus, Lucius Crane, Aurelia Velus, Cade Desruisseauxnotes// Got carried away, this is probably a mess of rambling. But Seneca is a mess so enjoy.
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Post by Atticus Velus on Apr 1, 2015 22:44:54 GMT
Atticus sighed and shook his head. "There is always something for everyone to do to help. Just being here would be help enough in my book." This wasn't his confident Sene. Not even a tiny bit. It seemed that the peacekeeper had managed to break something in him, but was it really just the peacekeeper or was it everything he had to deal with? Either way he was going to have to put him back together before he had to leave again. He knew better than to suggest Lucius could stay here. Sure the child would be safer, but what good was being safe when you were constantly miserable? No, Luc would stay with Seneca until he came to stay for good or until circumstances changed but that wasn't something that Atticus wanted to think about. He just wished they would stay with him now. Just forget the Capitol and be together here. He just gave a quiet nod at the rest of the talk about the others. Seneca would always come first. If they didn't like him or didn't want them together then they wouldn't get him either. They were a package deal. Always had been. "Of course they are vile creatures. They are nothing more than Snow's minions." Atticus mumbled, scratching the back of his neck a bit. "Peacekeepers my ass...They cause more harm than they do good. The ones in the Capitol are nothing compared to the dicks in the districts. They can get away with more out there and they are angrier that they have to live out there." he sighed and shook his head. He wished that he could say that Seneca didn't belong to Snow too, but of course he did. His every move was watched. He was there to ultimately please Snow and if he didn't, well then Snow would sentence him to death no doubt. They just had to make sure that when that time came, because it really was only a matter of time with such a difficult to please man, Seneca would make it to thirteen before Snow could get to him. The thought itself gave Atticus a sick and sinking feeling that was only made worse by the fear and sadness in his friend's eyes. "He won't know, Seneca. He won't. He won't hurt you." he assured him and even more so himself. As he quietly listened to Seneca's recount of what had happened in eleven and what he and Lucius had seen there he could only shake his head slightly. He had known more about the condition of the districts than he wished Seneca had ever learned. It was bound to happen eventually, but Atticus had thought he would learn that same way he had when he moved to thirteen and properly joined the rebellion. He had never expected Seneca to visit one of the places. It was probably even more shocking to see it right there after having such a different idea of how things should be for everyone. "It's not just eleven or just the people there that are like that. Ten, eleven, twelve especially, but even in the richer districts. Conditions improve with the money obviously, but none of them are perfect or treated fairly." he sighed. "They've been treated like shit for so long that they have given up all hope. They have accepted their sad lives and are just living. Dragging themselves through the mud because that is all they think that they can do." He gave a laugh, but it was not a happy or amused one. "The Capitolites are too self-centered and self-medicated with their luxuries to even realize it. The career districts know that they have it good compared to the rest and that everything they have could be taken away in a heartbeat if they cried out to be equal to the capitol. They may not have perfect lives, but they have it better than the others and they know it.""He had no reason to apologize to you. I am sure he knew there was a reason you weren't just out in the open as yourself to begin with and he knew that if you went crying to Snow you'd be dead before you could even tell him what he looked like. They are far away from Snow in the districts and they know how to play the sick little game that they are all involved in." Atticus said, though he had a feeling that maybe Seneca really did understand that, but was still simply in shock over the entire thing. "Lucius is a special child. He understands more than most adults in Panem do. It doesn't surprise me that you guys saw a change in everyone when it was all said and done. It only takes a small spark to start a roaring fire. You stood up to them and won. You gave them hope, a reason to believe that something can be done to help them." he smiled and gently kissed him. "My Sene and my Luc doing big things all on their own." he said proudly. He chuckled slightly. "I am sure you have some fancy scar cream you can put on it when you get home that will take it right away if it does. But I will love you no matter what. Even when you're old, wrinkly, bald, and chubby." giving Seneca his typical wide, playful eyes with a big smirk. "I won't even look down on you when I am still as beautiful as ever. I'll be good looking enough for the both of us." He couldn't help his playful nature coming out, but hopefully it would lighten the mood a little, even if for just a moment. He stopped and held Seneca back by not letting go of his hand when he did. "Wait here." he told him before he slipped into the infirmary and disappeared out of sight from the door for a few minutes. When he finally did come back he had a kit that Sotiria, Sotiris twin sister, had given him to fix Seneca up with. Of course she had offered to see him herself, but it hadn't taken too much insisting for her to just give Atti the supplies and some quick tips. He laced his fingers with Seneca's again before he started to head toward their compartment again. He carefully listened to Seneca and nodded with understanding. He knew that Seneca was always more of a background, behind the scenes kind of guy. He wasn't physical. He wasn't the way Atticus was. If someone went after Seneca in high school it had always been Atticus who had beat the crap out of the guy who was bothering him ,when Sene wasn't around if he could help it. He was the one who had enjoyed gym and sports as well as the arts. He was more balanced than his sweet, gentle lover was. He had always liked that too. He enjoyed being able to be the stronger of the pair. "That's the thing, Sene....you have to pick your battles. Which ones are really worth it. This one was. You saved her life and what she does with it from this point on is up to her. You can't be there for everyone all the time. Damn it if I don't know that pain." he sighed, thinking about how much he wished he could always be there to protect both Seneca and Lucius and Lia. "You did the right thing here. Doesn't mean you have to fight in everything that comes up. You're a smart guy. You are a good guy. You will know which ones are worth it and which ones aren't." he assured him. They reached the compartment as Seneca was explaining Lucius' crazy little scheme. Atticus unlocked the door as he listened, opening the door and stepping inside with Seneca, leaving the door open for Cade to come in with Lucius. "Wow....guess he really is cut out for all of this. Doesn't even need our help or even Coin's help. Bet she might actually be pretty damn impressed with him and his loyalty at such a young age." he said, thinking about it. He knew it was dangerous for Lucius to be doing such things, but he was sure Seneca had already spoken to him about that and well, Luc was sleeping and Atticus had plenty of reasons to be proud. He motioned for Seneca to follow back to their bedroom so he could be comfortable on the bed while he fixed him up as best as he could. "So Luc has a little friend now then? You know that he would never get along with anyone from the Capitol...her being from a district is why he can handle being with her." he commented quietly. She wouldn't be so sweet and innocent if she had been born in the Capitol, that was for sure. She would have been raised different. Luc wouldn't have liked her. "So little Luc has himself a little crush then? I mean, why else go through the crazy trouble of traveling that distance if he didn't really like her? Haven't you told him how painful long distance relationships are?" he asked, losing the teasing and playful tone to his voice at that. "Strip down and get comfy." Atticus instructed after a moment of thinking in silence, trying to remind himself that it would only be for a little while longer and he would have to deal with the pain of the distance any longer. He set his kit down on the stand and opened it up, starting to set it all out so that he could see what he had.
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Post by Seneca Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:45:51 GMT
Seneca nodded slightly. He wanted to believe and trust Atticus that he was useful. He wanted to feel useful. But there were doubts that people like Coin and the other higher members of the rebellion actually saw his use anywhere. Beyond his closeness with Snow. And there was a feeling that he was constantly doubted, rather than trusted. It wasn't a good feeling for the young Gamemaker and he really didn't like it. But if he did have a choice he would be staying with Atticus. their little family would be together again. Really if it was his choice he would have the whole family safely in the Capitol. There wouldn't need to be a rebellion to start with. That was a bit far for him at this point. He couldn't do that, he couldn't even move the family out here. He was supposed to stick around the Capitol until there was no other option, or until the rebellion had a set plan and he wasn't needed there anymore. That time had not come yet. He took a deep breath and nodded some. "But I'm one of his minions too. And I have a little more control. Everyone sees my face." He said quietly, looking down. "I know. They are angry and he... He was horrible even for that. I don't know what I was expecting." He whispered and looked down, closing his eyes tightly. He could only wish that Snow never heard. Never figured it out.
He lifted his blue gaze with his frown remaining, shaking his head. "I... I knew things were bad. Just not how bad they were. I wish I could say it was just Eleven and just that day." He whispered and reached, taking Atticus' hand quietly. He thought a bit, but he couldn't justify his ignorance really. "Well, the people in the Capitol you know them... Either don't want to know, or too drunk to notice. Even during the reaping I don't even really notice how miserable they must be... Just.. we are blind to it. And they live with no hope and these looks like..." He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. "I've hated Snow, quite a bit, for years. He's overbearing and intimidating and... All of those things. That man, if you could call him a man, needs to die. Horribly." He snarled, the anger coming up again, he didn't have to worry about upsetting Lucius here. "If it were up to me, I'd put him in those damn games with the worst we've ever created and just watch him suffer. Him and his disgusting blood breath and his I'm better than you attitude. He feels so invincible I'd love to see him cowering in some arena." He stopped himself, looking away for a moment to compose himself. He looked back to Atticus, sticking close to him and shaking his head. "And I'm a part of the things that bring their hope down... prevent it... And I can't change that. Not entirely." There was a hopeless feeling to that. No matter what he wanted, he couldn't give them back the hope he had destroyed with the Games even in the past couple of years. What could he do to help give it back? Not much now. But maybe he had a little bit.
"I know. I know. He was happy to take my money, luckily it will keep him from telling Snow, I was at his mercy and I got lucky. It hurt like heck though... and I'm not sure who all saw my face... Lucius scares me but he's good. And he's something amazing I don't know how he managed to get that. That rebellious streak, but I think we did something." He looked up with the hint of a proud smile. Just a small bit. "I don't know who saw me, or if it matters if they know who I was.. but there was some unity among them walking away and. Maybe that little spark could help. Maybe that's just enough hope to get something going. In our favor here. For them. I can hope we sparked a little hope, and maybe somehow we can keep that going. Snow can't notice every little thing I have in the Games, can he?" He gave an unsure look as he walked with Atticus. The Games were his place, where he could show something to everyone in Panem. Snow was observant, but he couldn't see it all. That would take some thought, but the little things could help. "I guess that little bit of hope might be worth more than any money could be. And people with something to look forward to will do a whole lot more to get it than the hopeless." He added quietly. It made sense with tributes, why not these people too?
Seneca stopped outside the infirmary with Atticus, holding his hand tightly and looking for a moment longer. He shook his head. "I'm not sure I want to magically get rid of it with some cream." He commented, rolling his eyes a bit at him. It took him a moment to get it, but he finally did realize the joking manner that Atticus spoke in. "I won't be the bald one, or chubby. You know that, don't even lie to yourself." He teased back, smacking Atticus on the arm for the comment. Though quickly he stopped away to avoid being smacked in return. He knew Atticus wouldn't hurt him, but their general nudging each other around and playful hitting would hurt with how bad he felt injured. He gave a slight nod, waiting outside for him to return. He avoided anyone's gaze, not wanting to talk to anyone else. He was still shaken and trust was limited at the moment. lifting his gaze Seneca gave his smile again and walked once more. He just wanted to get to their own private place. And hopefully the stuff that Atticus had collected here would help the pain as well. Seneca shook his head at his friend though. "I did the right thing, but one thing doesn't feel like enough to make up for what all I have done to hurt them." He added quietly and looked back down. He didn't trust himself.
"Oh right. Coin, I'm sure he doesn't want to meet her any more than he wants to meet Snow. I really don't know if I want to meet her again. I don't think she much likes me." Seneca commented and looked down once more, though was happy to come into the compartment with Atticus. He looked around, his slight smile returning as he saw all of the little things he had brought for them from the Capitol over his visits. He missed it, even if it was small. It was close, it was personal, it was more of a home than the almost empty feeling and cold Capitol apartment they lived in. "But he's good at it. He scared me this time but it turned out alright. He was just... pushing me toward this more than I had been. To see this horrible world I've only half understood. And he went to see his little friend... and I'm glad she was from Eleven but... I hadn't thought of it being a crush. No I didn't tell him about it. You know how much he misses you two though. How much I miss you. I don't know the words to explain it..." He breathed in shakily before moving into the bedroom with him. The concept of taking his shirts off already brought the pain back up.
Seneca cringed, but stiffly pulled his shirt off of himself. The movement itself brought sharp pain and he cringed as he sat down, his grip tight on his now crumpled shirt. The man let out a bit of a whimper and shook his head, closing his eyes. He wouldn't be surprised if some sort of infection might have started, he hadn't touched it at all or even looked. It had been a couple days. He could just hope that whatever Atticus had would help the pain too, not just clean it up. Later they could worry about cleaning up his face and hair. But for now he just buried his face in a pillow on the bed, closing his eyes tightly. "Just... I want it to stop hurting." He whispered, looking up as another tear fell. He hadn't been thinking about it for a few minutes and that made it all the worse now. words// 1,430 tags// Atticus Velusnotes// Had to rewrite it... and shortening the post failed.
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Post by Atticus Velus on Apr 1, 2015 22:46:05 GMT
Atticus wasn't quite sure what to say to Seneca. At first it was simply because he was right.about being Snow's minion and he didn't have anything to say about that. He had once been his minion as well and Seneca was only still his minion because that was where Coin wanted him. Sadly he was Snow's and Coin's minion and that had to be harder than Atticus could ever actually understand. The anger that came with everything Sene said next though made it even harder for Atticus to find something to say. He wanted Snow dead and he wanted him to suffer for everything he had done, but hearing it from Seneca. From his sweet, gentle, innocent Seneca...it was hard. He always struggled to face the reality that Seneca was far from innocent. That he was responsible for the deaths of many young people. That when it came down to it, he was worse than Atticus. It was just easier to think of himself as the troublemaker and Seneca as the good one who just happened to follow along with what he did.
He squeezed his hand a bit and shook his head. "Relax...and please...don't talk like that." he said, his voice soft and quiet now. He shared his feelings, but he didn't want to hear it from him. Not in such a harsh and angry way. "I know how you feel. We all share the same feelings, but..." he didn't know how to explain it to him why he didn't want to listen to it from him. He leaned over and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. "There is a way to channel that rage into something much more helpful and productive. Didn't you just spend time trying to get me to calm down? We both need to use it and let it out, but not like that." he told him, gently stroking the back of his hand with his thumb as he thought for a moment. "You can't change the past, but tomorrow is a whole new day. You can shape the future. You can learn from the past and not repeat the same mistakes and bad actions in the future. You can't give them back anything, but you can give them something for the future, which is all that really counts at this point." he commented, hoping he would listen to him and not be so hard on himself about the whole thing. The guilt wasn't going to help anybody.
He listened to his rambling about what had happened, a slight smile crossing his lips for the moment. "I am proud of you and I am proud of Lucius." He was just a bit scared for them as well. He had a feeling that it didn't matter too much at the moment who had saw Seneca as long as it wasn't someone with ties to the Capitol, but if during the games they became angry at him for the double standards he was showing they may tip off the peacekeepers in their anger without meaning to. The man who had given them hope would also be the man who was killing two of their children again in just two short weeks. They wouldn't understand his part in the rebellion and why he needed to be there. They would just be upset and rightfully so. "I hope no one saw and I hope that you did spark something. Surely you did. Hope and fear both spread like fire. It only takes a little spark to ignite an entire forest." He smiled a bit more at that, mostly because Seneca was so proud of himself and it was adorable and Atticus was so happy for him. "Like you said before, the Capitol people are oblivious because they have money and they think money is the only thing that can bring happiness. Why would they step up and risk all that when they can easily just pretend nothing bad is happening elsewhere? Money isn't everything. Money means nothing when it comes down to it. So yes, the hope is worth a hell of a lot more." he assured him.
Atticus chuckled. "Oow, meanie." he playfully stuck his tongue out when he was hit, but he didn't even go at Sene at all like he normally would have before going inside to gather the items. He knew when it was alright to play around with him and when it wasn't. "I am never going to age. I am going to be this gorgeous forever." he winked when he came back out. The smirk disappeared and was replaced with a sad frown as he kissed Seneca's cheek again. "Sene, I already said it once and I won't say it again. You can't worry about the past. Doing anything at all to help them...doing everything that you can for the future, will be enough. It will be okay. I promise." he told him, his voice so gentle and sincere as he spoke.
He thought about it for now. "No doubt in my mind that she would be much too intimidating for him..." he commented. He knew Lucius enough to know how he would feel about it, even if Coin didn't make him uneasy himself. He simply didn't allow her to. He wasn't going to be her minion like he had once been Snow's. No. If she didn't work out either then he would just have to figure out something else for him and his little family. They were smart and as long as they were together they would have everything they could possibly need. He gave an understanding nod. "Of course it scares you...he's your little boy. Our little boy. He will always be our little boy, but...someday he will be an adult to the rest of the world and we will have to let him do whatever it is that he is destined to do. That day may just have came a bit sooner than we thought." he said quietly. "Children are better at understanding the world than us adults...they can see past the petty little crap that we get so caught up in. Lucius just happens to be extra good at it. He has such a loving and gentle nature to him..." he shook his head. It was good, but in this world it was dangerous for the child as well.
"And I don't need you to put it into words. I feel it everyday." Atticus commented, watching him for a moment as he took off his shirt and laid down. He came over to the edge of the bed and for a moment he just let his eyes wander over the wounds that covered his Seneca's body. He could only hope that the peacekeeper would get what was coming to him someday soon for doing this. It made him ache having to see Seneca like this. He wished he could simply switch places with him. Take the pain away for himself instead. "I know...I know you do." he pulled the sleeve of his shirt over his hand and gently wiped away the tears. "It's going to hurt a bit when I do this though...it has to get worse before it can get better, but I will be as careful as I can." he said softly before he simply grabbed the wipes he had to clean him up, starting to clean the wounds as best he could.
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Post by Seneca Crane on Apr 1, 2015 22:47:24 GMT
"That man deserves to suffer. He needs to know how it feels to have your life in someone else's hands, to know one wrong move and you'll be killed by the person you worked so hard to please for years!" Seneca would have continued. He was going to, but it seemed now they had switched roles. It was Atticus begging him to calm down this time. The squeeze of his hand, the look on Atticus' face, it was enough to stop him for the moment. He was angry, and Seneca didn't get angry often. And it rarely lasted. He'd half expected Atticus to join in his anger, but when he didn't the man simply gave up. He closed his eyes and gave a shake of his head, instead of talking more he leaned against Atticus. Squeezing his friend's hand tightly, Seneca took a deep breath as he tried to compose himself. "How Atti? I just don't know how else to do it..." He said quietly. His normal calm and collected demeanor came from holding it all in and acting. He didn't know how to release that productively.
Guilt was something he didn't know how to avoid. Or act his way through too easily. He killed children. He killed peoples' children and family. Brothers and sisters. He couldn't help the guilt and the moments of hating himself just as bad as Snow. He couldn't imagine if someone had taken Lucius and done what he did. Seneca just looked down at that, trying to compose some sort of argument or way to defend how he felt. "How can I help anyone, really? How can I change and not repeat? In a couple weeks I'll be killing their children. That's not giving them anything... I can try to sneak things in here and there but other than that..." He lifted his sad blue gaze to Atticus as I'd the other man would have the answer for him that he needed. That he always had the answer. That Atticus was the smarter one. The stronger one. The brave one. As a child he'd always looked up to his friend as the confident and brave person he always wished he could be. That he admired and clung to so tightly. As an adult he could only wish that the answers and the end of the problems was so simple like it has been in their younger years. But the problems today were so much more. So much more at risk.
Quietly he looked back up though, squeezing Atticus' hands just that much tighter. "We learned from someone very brave." He said, watching his face carefully. "Someone very strong." He added. There was a bit of a smile that crept onto his face and the young man tried to hide it but he was proud. There wasn't any denying that. He had finally managed to do something that hadn't hurt the innocent people, but helped even a tiny bit. He leaned to hug him tightly, listening to his friend at the same time. He looked up with a bit of a determination to his face. "Then let's start ourselves a forest fire. Then maybe they can't ignore it. Even money can't hide away flames. And if that little spark doesn't catch then I guess I didn't do my job well enough." He added quietly, though let go of Atticus so that he could go into the room.
Seneca wanted to smile, wanted to joke about Atticus' aging or lack of. But so many other things clouded his mind that some teasing comments just didn't come to mind. Nor could he think of a way to further argue his guilt. Or admit that Atticus was right after all. "I just hope somewhere the future is brighter. Especially for poor Luc and Lia... They deserve much better to live around a building war." He whispered as he followed. At least the children didn't have to see too much of him feeling absolutely miserable. "She intimidates me. Almost as bad as someone else..." Sene admitted with a bit of a frown. He wouldn't dare force his innocent little boy to deal with that feeling with anyone else. That fear and worry. "He's smart, and be understands things so different than me, but he's not ready for that. Living to try and please Snow is enough stress. And Lucius isn't ready to grow up yet. Not in most ways." He whispered at that. He wasn't meaning to compare them out loud, but he wasn't correcting himself either. "I don't know how they do it but I wish they could share. I could use a little bit of that and the creative thinking, to pull some things off." He whispered, though he wasn't sure exactly how much Lucius could figure out that he couldn't. One thing he knew that the boy wouldn't entirely know though, was how Atticus felt so far from them. He was sure Lucius got a taste of it, but it wasn't years at a time. "I know you miss us... And soon we will be here and nothing can change that. Soon enough anyways."
"It has to hurt worse?" Seneca looked to him with a bit of a worried whine to his voice. "It hurts bad already... And its been days." He whispered, but cringed as he moved a bit though. If it had been anyone else he wouldn't have had even the little bit of tolerance he had now. Closing his eyes tightly as he laid on the bed, he braced himself for the horrible feeling that was bound to come. He guessed a bit of a burning and sharp stinging feeling, and for once he hadn't wanted to end up right. "Please be gentle." He whispered, but closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip at the first touch. He shook his head. "Oww..." He whined and looked up, a sad and helpless look to his face as he looked to Atticus. "I don't so pain well..." He whispered quite pathetically. words// tags// notes//
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Post by Atticus Velus on Apr 1, 2015 22:49:20 GMT
Atticus agreed with him of course, but he didn't like hearing Seneca so angry over it. He didn't like to hear him stating that another person needed to suffer, despite how incredibly awful the person he was speaking of was. He didn't like Seneca speaking with such anger. It was just an attitude he didn't want to hear from him, but he wasn't sure how to answer the question about his own advice. He wasn't sure how to explain that he didn't know how to do it. "It's just something that you have to figure out. It's not easy and it is nearly impossible to explain, but I know you will figure it out." he told him, wishing he could offer his friend more help, but he just didn't know how.
The previous question proved that he didn't always have the answers that Seneca or anyone needed, but he did have the answer to his next question, which he was extra thankful for when Seneca lifted his sad blue gaze to look up at him. It was a heartbreaking look. Atticus wanted to hold Seneca tight and never let him go back to that awful job. To that awful Capitol. He just wanted to snuggle him and shield him from the rest of the world. He wanted to do that with Luc and Lia as well. He wished there was a better place he could take them all to, but he didn't know if such a place would ever exist. "First of all, you don't have to continue. No one is forcing you to stay there, but you being there helps. I will not be disappointed in you if you decide to leave. Coin can't force you to stay there. Snow can't force you to stay there. No one can force you to do anything." he said, shaking his head. He wanted him to know that he didn't have to stay if it was really hurting him so much. He once was responsible for the deaths of many district children as well, one in particular still haunted him, and well...it didn't go away, but he couldn't change it either. He could only learn from his mistakes and do all he could to save the rest.
He reached up and so gently ran his fingers through Seneca's hair to try and sooth him a bit. "Second, you help in anyway that you can and this isn't something that you will ever repeat. Any little bit of help counts, Sene. Every bit is worth it. Every ounce of it counts toward the bigger picture." he said. "You are creative. I know you could slip a few things into the games that would be of comfort to the tributes. Look what you and Lucius did for Math last games. You can be more subtle of course, but you can have that same impact on others in the games." he smiled a bit. "And think about everything you told me about what you and Lucius did in eleven. That was helping. That was doing what was right. You aren't and never have been and never will be a bad person." He continued, a bright smile on his face as he so gently kissed his cheek when he stated that they had learned from the best. "They won't be able to ignore it once we work our magic. You started something and I am going to make sure we feed that fire with everything we've got. I promise you that. I won't let it die out. Not without putting up one hell of a fight." he assured him, enjoying the enthusiasm and trying to pump it up more than he had been enjoying the anger they had both been showing earlier.
Atticus nodded a bit as he listened to him, agreeing completely. "I hope we can make it a better world for them. They deserve it, but...if we can't get them all the way there I hope we at least get them to a nice point where they can continue to make the changes that need to be made. There is no doubt that they have the potential to do it if we can't." he said quietly, sighing a bit. "I know, he is still a kid and needs to be a kid, but maybe he needs a bit more freedom than he has been given. If he wants it, let him have it. Let him go at his own pace. Don't push or pull, just be there for whatever he needs." he shrugged a bit. "And it wouldn't hurt to let him help plan things. I am sure he could be pretty helpful." He smiled and continued to work on his fixing the wounds on his back the best he could, pretty much ignoring any sad looks or whimpers. It needed to be done and he couldn't baby him just yet.
He stopped speaking for a moment as he finished up. He set down what he had been using and walked around the bed, sitting down on the other side, holding his arms out to Seneca in case he wanted to snuggle now. "I know it hurt and I know you don't do well with pain, but it's done now. It will get better, soon hopefully." he assured him, giving a soft smile. It faded after a moment though. "I do miss you and Lucius and even Cade terribly. Lia misses you too." he commented. "I just...I wish you guys could stay now. I don't like this whole, once a year or you coming to me after something like this. I just..." he bit his lip and looked down for a moment. "I miss being with you all the time. I miss us. I don't know how much longer I can do this, Sene..." he admitted, looking up with his own sadness now. It was difficult and he would go as far as calling it painful. He'd give anything to have Seneca living with him again.
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