La ballade d'une Ballerine : a Treech fanfiction

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Thirty-six lettre

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Treech had been anxiously pondering the entire time he was at home. Uncertain about what to anticipate from Coriolanus.

He was seated in Delyth's room, and his attention immediately heightened upon hearing the arrival of the three of them.

Entering her room, Delyth's face lit up with a smile as she saw Treech, instantly casting aside any thoughts of Coriolanus that had been occupying her mind.

With open arms, Treech embraced her as soon as she entered. "Did it go okay?" he inquired, his hands gently caressing her shoulders, a familiar gesture he often employed when she was under stress.

"It went well, actually. He asked to see me tomorrow," she shared, feeling Treech tense at the news. Looking up at him, she found him poking his cheek with his tongue.

"What did you tell him?" Treech asked, frustration etched on his face.

"I just told him I dislike it here and how I long to go back to the capital," Delyth replied, earning an approving look from Treech.

"So you're meeting him tomorrow?" Treech inquired.

She shrugged, "I'll have to," looking up at him and planting a kiss on his cheek when he rolled his eyes.

"What are you going to do with him?" He asked, clearly concerned.

"I'm not sure. He wants to meet at The Timbered Hearth again," Delyth replied, prompting another eye roll from Treech.

"I don't like you near him," he admitted, holding her tightly as if afraid she might slip away.

Delyth smiled and whispered, "and I won't be for long. Just need to get him off our case."

After their conversation, the two settled into sleep, aware that an early start awaited them. Old Finn was expected the next morning to delve deeper into their plans.

Amidst a somber atmosphere, Treech's mother spoke with a heavy heart, "We've thought this through, and it's better if we stay behind. We don't want to put you in any more danger."

Treech's father nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and concern. "You're young, and you've got a chance at a new life. We'll keep things safe here, hold the fort down."

Delyth and Treech, exchanged glances, acknowledging the sacrifice Treech's parents were making for their safety. The realization sank in—the journey ahead would be challenging, but they had each other to lean on.

Blossom shook her head at their words, realizing that as a young mother, there was a chance her parents might never meet her child. Tears filled her eyes, and Dubois, seated beside her, comfortingly stroked her arm. "No, please! You can't," she pleaded.

Treech's mother sighed, a mixture of sorrow and determination in her eyes. "We've made our decision, Blossom. It's not an easy one, but it's the best for everyone, we'll be rooting for you from here."

Treech's father added, "We believe in the strength of your bonds. You can build a new life up north, and we'll hold onto the hope of seeing you again one day."

Blossom, tearful yet understanding, nodded as she embraced both of Treech's parents. The room was heavy with emotions, a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifices made for a chance at a better future.

Old Finn offered a solemn nod, a gesture of respect that acknowledged the gravity of the situation. The trio had meticulously planned, crafting a strategy to ensure the safety of Treech's parents and to divert the attention of the Capitol, allowing Delyth, Treech, Blossom, and Dubois a chance at a new beginning.

"We're planning on leaving a note, indicating that you've decided to escape to the south. This way, we can ensure your safety, diverting suspicion from you," Old Finn explained, gesturing towards Treech's parents. "They'll be looking in the wrong place for you, giving you a head start."

Treech's father nodded appreciatively, and his mother exchanged a look with Delyth. They understood the necessity of this plan and the sacrifices that came with it. "That's amazing" blossom stated, appreciation evident in her eyes.

Delyth squeezed Treech's hand, silently expressing her gratitude for the support they were receiving. Old Finn's plan seemed to be a crucial step in ensuring their escape's success.

"We leave in a day at dawn, make sure you've got everything you need!" Old Finn's voice held authority as he emphasized the urgency of their departure. The reality of their impending journey settled in, and the family began preparing for the challenges that awaited them beyond District 7.

"How's it going with your peacekeeper, Delyth?" Treech's mother inquired, capturing Delyth's attention.

"Good," she nodded, her gaze dropping as Treech began to caress her palm. "I told him I don't like it here and want to go back to the capital," she shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm pretty sure he liked that."

Blossom's giggles filled the room. "She has him wrapped around her pinky," she teased, earning a laugh from Delyth. She glanced at Treech, who seemed slightly uncomfortable.

Dubois chuckled as well before adding, "He's gonna be so pissed when he realizes you've gone."

Old Finn nodded approvingly. "You're doing what you need to do. Just stay sharp." She nodded at his words.

Delyth reached over to Treech's ear before whispering, "you okay?"

Treech nodded slightly, offering a small smile.