'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
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"I'm home," Lyra announces as she steps through the front door, letting the warmth of the fireplace engulf her as she exhales a breath from her rosy cheeks.
The walls of the inner house were painted a light blue-grey colour on the top half and white wooden vertical panels on the bottom half, separated by a light oak wood wall rail. The top painted portion of the walls were filled with white picture frames containing family portraits with their mother so she'll never be forgotten, baby pictures of each of the Holland siblings, wedding pictures of Jared and Isabella, paintings of flowers that Amber had created, and random days out when their mother had taken her camera.
"Lee!" a small brunette boy calls as he comes stumbling towards the door, almost tripping a few times on his way, before falling right into Lyra's waiting arms.
"Hiya Cole," Lyra smiles as she holds the small boy in a hug, crouching on the ground. "Guess what?"
"Wut?" Cole mispronounces.
"I finished your bracelet!" Lyra says enthusiastically to her little brother.
The truth is, Lyra decided to make her older siblings a necklace each as a good luck charm in case anything was to happen to them in terms of reaping because, of course, it was inevitable. When your the children of a Victor, it's almost guaranteed you will become a Tribute. She wanted to make sure her older brother and sister would have a piece of her with them, always, in case of such events. However, being young and naive, Cole didn't understand the true meaning behind them and just thought the jewellery his sister made was 'pwetty'.
Lyra tied the small bracelet around her brother's equally small wrist, weaving the knot through the loop delicately and making a big enough knot at the end so it wouldn't come undone.
She then went to the living room and placed Cole safely on the soft carpet, kissing her father on the cheek as she passed, before dropping herself beside her brother on the couch.
There were two beige couches in the room. It was an unspoken rule that the single arm chair was reserved for their father, and a three seater against the wall for anyone else. There's a white panelled window seat in front of the white paned window with baby blue cushioning which Lyra tended to sit on the most as she read. There was a white wooden coffee table in the centre of the room with a beige and light blue rug separating it from the birch flooring. The light on the roof was a grand, silver chandelier but there was also a small beige lamp on the small white table beside the long couch. There was a table with silver legs and a glass top which the television projector was placed on.
"Here," Lyra grinned as she revealed the rope necklace in her palm to Caspian.
The thirteen year old picked it up carefully, inspecting the smoothness of the edges on the mussel shell shard and the delicacy of the plait patterned rope before slipping it over his head, letting it fall onto his chest. He grinned, "thank you, it's gorgeous. Much better than yours, eh pops?"
