La ballade d'une Ballerine : a Treech fanfiction

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Thirty les envies

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"Tell me, Delyth, what does your name mean?" Treech's mother inquired, the two engaged in a cozy kitchen session while Blossom and Treech lingered within earshot in the living room.

"It means neat and pretty," she responded. Delyth had carried the meaning of her name with her for as long as she could remember. Her mother often used it as a token, often discouraging her with words like, "Live up to your name!"

"Well you certainly live up to it," his mother complimented, watching the way her son nodded in agreement without looking at the two.

Blossom chuckled, "You know, Treech means tree," teasing him. Treech shook his head, sharing a glance with Delyth as she joined in the laughter.

"He's literally named after a tree," Blossom added, and Treech couldn't help but find the humor in it, especially seeing Delyth's smile brightening the room.

A day had passed since Coriolanus's unexpected appearance. Throughout the night, Delyth wrestled with the mystery of his sudden presence. Fear tinged her thoughts as she contemplated the implications of his being in District 7.

Treech's gaze lingered on Delyth, who appeared lost in deep contemplation. The weight of recent stress pressed upon him, uncertain about delving into a relationship. Despite his genuine fondness for Delyth, the scars of past hardships left him hesitant to embrace the complexities of a romantic entanglement.

The turmoil within him wrestled with the desire to shield her from potential heartache while grappling with the fear of her growing weary during his internal struggle.

He watched Blossom devouring cedar-infused honey pickles. A furrow formed between his brows, knowing all too well that she despised pickles. That's odd

Hastening up the stairs, Treech swiftly followed Delyth, earning a curious look from Blossom, who was occupied with her mouth full of pickles. He discreetly entered Delyth's room just before the door shut behind them.

She let out a squeak at the sudden appearance, "Treech?" She questioned, he laughed at her startled face until she continued, "what are you doing?"

"I wanted to speak to you" he told her, she nodded urging for him to sit down.

"Hm?" She let out a hum of acknowledgment, "about what?"

"Us," he confessed, and a flicker of worry crossed her face.

Delyth had pondered the nature of her and Treech's relationship, their connection was unmistakable. Aware of the stress he endured after the Hunger Games, she hesitated to broach the topic.

As Treech's words hung in the air, Delyth's eyes widened with a touch of concern. "Us?" she echoed, uncertainty lacing her voice. The complexity of emotions played across her face, reflecting the unspoken understanding between them.

"It's not bad!" He reassured quickly as he noticed her eyes widen.

"I just-" he paused, trying to find the right words, "I need you to know that I really, really like you. But everything from the Games has left me feeling... messed up. I don't want to rush into anything and hurt you because I'm still figuring things out. I hope you understand, and I want to take things slow for both our sakes."

She smiled sweetly, hesitating for a moment before responding, "Treech, I care about you a lot, and I understand you've been through a lot. We don't have to rush into anything. Let's navigate this together, one step at a time."

His grin widened at her understanding response. He opened his arms, and she melted into them, sealing their shared sentiments with a sweet and tender kiss.

Their tender moment was abruptly interrupted by the frantic sounds of footsteps rushing up the stairs.

They exchanged confused glances before Treech rose from his seat, Delyth trailing behind him. Treech's mother joined them, equally puzzled, as they followed the alarming noise.

As they reached the bathroom, the retching sounds became more distinct. Delyth, standing closest, cautiously opened the door. Inside, they found Blossom leant over the toilet, struggling with bouts of vomiting.