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thecapitol2013-09-07 03:13 pm
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-07 03:13 pm
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As sure as God made black and white...
WHO: Wyatt and Maximus
WHAT: Discussing Maximus' actions at the Crowning.
WHERE: Maximus' suite in District 3
WHEN: After this, same night.
Warnings: Possibly some language. Will add more warnings if they become necessary.
He should have waited, Wyatt knew that even as he punching the button for three in the elevator, but there he was, not even waiting for his long-missed pants before he was heading after the Roman.
They already knew - certainly had to suspect, at least, after that asinine display at the crowning - what difference was a few minutes going to make now?
(And what if they were already making plans to come for him? What if the Peacekeepers were already on their way? He needed to be there.
Wyatt wasn't going to watch Max's execution.)
Pointedly ignoring the stylists who stared as he crossed the common room - their conversation dropped to whispers as he passed, an excited hissing back and forth - he turned down the hall to the tribute suites and was pounding on Max's door before he'd even given thought to the idea that they might have already moved him into the mentor's quarters.
WHAT: Discussing Maximus' actions at the Crowning.
WHERE: Maximus' suite in District 3
WHEN: After this, same night.
Warnings: Possibly some language. Will add more warnings if they become necessary.
He should have waited, Wyatt knew that even as he punching the button for three in the elevator, but there he was, not even waiting for his long-missed pants before he was heading after the Roman.
They already knew - certainly had to suspect, at least, after that asinine display at the crowning - what difference was a few minutes going to make now?
(And what if they were already making plans to come for him? What if the Peacekeepers were already on their way? He needed to be there.
Wyatt wasn't going to watch Max's execution.)
Pointedly ignoring the stylists who stared as he crossed the common room - their conversation dropped to whispers as he passed, an excited hissing back and forth - he turned down the hall to the tribute suites and was pounding on Max's door before he'd even given thought to the idea that they might have already moved him into the mentor's quarters.
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He couldn't say he'd have begrudged it that, seeing as he couldn't think of anyone else he'd trust more either.
"I'll bet ya," he replied, turning back, an easy challenge in his blue gaze. "My arm bits against yers."
He still didn't have any pockets, still didn't have his deck, but he'd be happy to go fetch it. What better way could he spend his night, then here playing cards with Max?
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All his life, he had always had the honour of death drummed into him. Even his wife saw him relatively happy off to war. Maximus had always wanted to keep his family alive and safe from harm, of course. Had begged his ancestors and his gods the means to keep them safe.
He was just not entirely used to the concept of someone wanting him to stay alive. Someone who found his life more important than the honour he'd gain from a noble death instead.
(It was a new concept - partially unsettling, partially pleasant - and he wasn't sure what to think about it.)
"I'll take that wager," He said with a slow smile.