Her smile was like the sun after rain. She lit up his day. They named her after a flower that no longer grew, and she was as beautiful as her namesake. When he had met Roarrickk there was no evidence that she would give him this, perfection in the form of a 35 pound three year old girl with golden brown curls and eyes bluer than the sky's reflection in a lake.
The war was over , and she made it seem like ancient history, but he remembers a time before her where he didn't know the joy a child could bring. He was so cynical then.
Roarrickk would try to get him to join in the Capital entertainment or some kind of calming hobby, because he focused too much on the government. Now it is a fight to get him out of bed, or to have him leave his favorite person in the world for politics.
Fatherhood has changed him. He no longer worries about Panam managing, or how the world sees him. He worries that Hyacinth will be too much like her mother and how she sees him.
When he asks her she always summons up a smile that blinds the sun and says "Daddy, I see you every day, we live together, that's how." And he realizes how lucky he is that that is true.
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Game-Maker's Wrinkle
FanfictionRandom clips from the life of Suzanne Collins' Character Plutarch Heavensbee and the family I made up for him.Warning I am on a fluff kick and this is pretty much just me letting it all out. I take fluffy or domestic request and may bash some chara...
