One year older

[knifewithnoname]

Who| Pruna and Sandy and later Initiate too and anyone else who wants to eat cake!
What| A tiny assassin has a birthday.
Where| Everywhere!
When| 5th October
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of death and killing because whats a birthday without murder confessions

Pruna's days had fallen into a bit of a routine, training, training some more, trying to instill discipline into Duck, checking on Sandy and training more.

She still wasn't really sleeping though, the alcohol trick didn't work. It just made everything go weird and then she felt sick the next day. It didn't stop nightmares. She wondered what the tea was that Effie used to give Sandy, but she couldn't ask. Effie was gone, maybe dead and she couldn't let Sandy know she wasn't strong anymore.

It was her secret, though she was convinced that anyone who saw any footage on the television would know. They would know how she failed.

Sometimes everything got too much and stabbing practice dummies wasn't good enough, now was such a time and Pruna was curled up in a seat by the window, holding duck and looking out at the city. It was cold today, cold enough for her to see her breath outside. She remembered how stupid cold it had gotten last winter and made a note to get Duck some hats. Surely Ducks would die even quicker than people in the cold, because they were smaller.

She sighed as she looked out at the city, she was high up and this city looked so different than being high up in her own city. Back home, she thought it was about the time of year where Taiwin would be coming to tell her and... tell her that she was older again. Older and better behaved, smarter. All the things he hoped for.

She didn't know how old that would make her, thirteen maybe... except when she had gone home she hadn't gotten older at all. It was all very complicated and really she didn't want to think about it, because her sister wasn't here to roll her eyes at Taiwin, and Taiwin wasn't here in the first place and her sister would never ever get older.

She pressed her forhead against the glass and sighed again.

Comments

[knifewithnoname]

Who says she's wasting frosting? She just licks it from her fingers, and her face, she can't quite reach her nose. She didn't fully understand what the Initiate was saying, but the joy of hearing him talk was enough for her to nod enthusiastically at his words.

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy didn't follow it well enough either but she felt the compliment in his tangle of words so she grinned back at him with some frosting on her upper lip that she licked off.

"So your descendant can cook too? Before I came here I never knew how to do anything more then like, ramen noodles or hot dogs on the stove."

She knew most families had a mother who cooked but her mother wasn't as hands on as she'd have liked.

[carnagecarnival]

"SO I'VE MOTHERFUCKING GOT TO HEARING. Ain't seen him in action none, but when he was being here shortways, he stuck by and by with the baking." He was regaled tales by Gamzee himself, who'd brought all manner of pie down with him to settle with. He'd not been inside long that whole week, not with the old goat just outside to manage.

"A SKILL WORTH THE COVETING," He insists. He can't bake himself but, well, this cake speaks for itself. So very sweet. He laughs along as the Nameless takes to licking the icing off her digits.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna had no idea what ramen or hot dogs were - though she could give a guess on the second. But she was sure that Sandy would make them be delicious.

"It do be being an important skill." She agreed, Pruna could cook, she had helped a lot in the inn. "It do be being more fun when you can be eating what you do be cooking."

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy knew this was Pruna's special day...but she had to admit she felt like this was her day too the way they praised her cake.

"Well I'm not as good as the Capitol cooks...but any time you guys want I'll make you stuff." She decided "Ya know...if I have ingredients. I don't think I could make something like this in the arena." She laughed sheepish of their praise.

[carnagecarnival]

"The nameless preaches legit. ALL MOTHERFUCKING RIGHTEOUS IS THE PREACH. Little sister Sandy, if you could do at this in the arena, I'd say as you was truly Messiah touched. PURE MIRACLE DESCENDED AND DUSTED OFF BY THE SPECIAL STARS THEMSELVES."

He licks the icing up off his claws and fingertips and then gives her the briefest satisfied purr, a low rumble up in his chest cage on in his chitinous windpipe.