#g126

[santos-emilia]

It was late, training was over for the day, darkness had fallen over the capitol and Emilia couldn’t sleep. Her mind was racing as if trying to keep up with the heartbeat she could hear echoing behind her ears. So there she stood, alone, in the middle of the training room, trying to calm her mind, make herself focus on something other than the fact she was away from her children for the first time since their birth, or the fact the last time she’d been in this building, in this room it’d been with both Mandi and Diana alive - again, or the fact that she was once again responsible for two children’s lives. It was enough to make her vision darken and her chest constrict. 

But no. Deep breath in, focus, deep breath out. Her fingers rose the bow, lining the arrow up with the target across the room. Deep breath in, pull the string back. Deep breath out and -- the door banged shut just as she released the arrow. Her aim jerking as she herself startled. She looked around quickly before her eyes landed on the person who’d joined her. “Could’ve shut the door quieter.” She snapped in irritation. She didn’t want company. She just wanted left alone. 

[cfthetrees]

@romulusbauer​

“So,” she looked at the tribute before her, “what are your plans for once you’re in the Arena?” She was determined to be a better mentor than she had before and that meant actually strategizing with those she was responsible for. “These Games should be easy enough, half of the tributes only want to go to Paradise.” And she hoped he wasn’t one of them. 

[santos-emilia]

@hestiaember​

Emilia hadn’t seen it happen, in her own world, dealing with her own inner demons when it had happened. She’d walked into a viewing room moments after the notification had flashed across her screen. She had no idea why she was even awake at this hour, those early hours just before dawn. Her eyes found the screen, searching for what she didn’t know. Opal was gone. She sighed, dragged a hand through her hair - still straightened from the night before - and moved around the couch to take a seat. It was only then that she realized someone else was in the room, that someone being Hestia. Can’t sleep either? She questioned verbally and hands signing. Is Faith okay? She had only caught a glimpse of the young girl before the cameras had panned away. 

[santos-emilia]

Emilia stood in the en suite, pulling a flat iron through her hair to straighten a last lock of curl out. She was half dress already and when she glanced at the time on her watch, she knew she needed to hurry up. Things would be rolling very soon. She hadn’t been back to sleep since she’d woken up the night before, but she seemed brighter and more alert than she had in months. 

“Buenos días guapo.” She smirked over her shoulder through the reflection when Tony joined her. Ignore last night had happened and maybe he would also, at least if he’d even seen. He always had before - ignored her habits that was. 

@outcfdarkness​

[santos-emilia]

Emilia stared at the screen in silence, her heart an audible sound in her ears as it raced away. The President was dead. The President was dead at the rebels’ hands. The President was dead at the rebels’ hands and her children were at home. She knew what this meant, the rebels had killed Battenberg and that would cause an all out war. It was no secret Tony had been a rebel previously, and it wasn’t like it was a well kept secret where their familial loyalties lie this time around. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A hand was pressed to her chest, an attempt made to keep her breathing even. She needed to get ahold of her in laws. 

[shark-bcit]

@havealittlefcith

[santos-emilia]

@surya-mirga​

Emilia stood behind the scenes, unwilling to be out in the crowd, unwilling really to even be here, but knowing she needed to be close. So from the launch area of the chariots it was. Her nose wrinkled slightly when a particularly gaudy chariot passed her by. “That’s.... alot.” She muttered under her breath, unaware anyone was close enough to overhear. She’d never been a fan of Capitol fashion, but sometimes it was just worse than usual.