Lucy Gray Baird

You may have noticed I’ve been MIA. Honestly, my fiance has cancer. it’s not terminal, and thank fuck it’s very treatable, but we’ve been undergoing fertility treatments because of it and I’ve been mad busy

I won’t be stopping this, in fact - I have a bunch of replies ready to go across my accounts

I’m posting this here to reblog on my other pages, to be raw Louis is my most active muse stm so you’ll be seeing a lot of him when I’m back with my laptop (travelling for treatment is a fuck)

love yall, if we have a thread don’t give up on me

I do have discord if anyone wants to have a more casual thread or even just hang - it’s

You may have noticed I’ve been MIA. Honestly, my fiance has cancer. it’s not terminal, and thank fuck it’s very treatable, but we’ve been undergoing fertility treatments because of it and I’ve been mad busy

I won’t be stopping this, in fact - I have a bunch of replies ready to go across my accounts

I’m posting this here to reblog on my other pages, to be raw Louis is my most active muse stm so you’ll be seeing a lot of him when I’m back with my laptop (travelling for treatment is a fuck)

love yall, if we have a thread don’t give up on me

I do have discord if anyone wants to have a more casual thread or even just hang - it’s

It was a treat for Vesta to be home with Lucy Gray alone, because she rarely ever had more fun than with the former tribute. She was refreshingly different from every Capitol citizen Vesta had ever met, except for Sejanus. The Plinth boy had been a kind, compassionate young man with a heart of gold and proper consideration for human lives, something which most of her family members unfortunately lacked, as soon as those humans were considered poor, or from the Districts. Though Vesta had been raised by the grandma'am just like Coryo and Tigris, she took much more after her dear cousin in ways of compassion and empathy. She refused to believe that the District people were worth less than anyone from the Capitol, because there was no reason to think otherwise for her. They had been born there, just like she had been born at the Capitol. That was nothing more than luck and there was no defining feature other than the place of her birth which elevated her.

❝I can certainly try,❞ she nodded, her grin getting wider ❝We'd have to get you your own though, you might be a little small for mine.❞

In truth, Lucy Gray was slightly concerned about her ability to source such a thing. Her funds were limited, the games only payment was, after all, simply the inability to ever experience life 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲 again. But more than that, she was uncertain where she would find a guitair small enough for the young girl. Not only was she a child, but Lucy Gray had noted she was smaller than Maude Ivory, whom she had struggled to find an instrument to fit. Whilst solutions were available, she was unsure if the Grandma'am would approve of them, let alone the act itself.

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For years, Tigris had wondered what had happened to Lucy Gray. She saw her cousin come home from District 12, perfectly silent about Lucy Gray's fate. At first, Tigris assumed he was healing from a broken heart. But as time passed, her cousin shifted into someone she could hardly recognize anymore. He was cold, cruel. Now, he had even fired her, using her surgical alterations as an excuse (Didn't he know? Didn't he know what she had done so he could eat during the dark days?)

And with all those changes came doubt. Had he killed her?

As it turned out, Lucy Gray was alive after all. But then, what had happened that summer? She wanted to know, sure that it could, somehow, shed light on her cousin's slow descent into madness. To her, it had all started then.

It had not been easy, traveling to District 12, and then venturing beyond, into the woods. Tigris was on edge, and could certainly understand why Lucy Gray was on edge too.

His head leaned back only to have his eyes gaze upon grey ceilings, nothing like the view he desired to be above him. A grey sky would be far better than grey stone. Finnick let out a sigh, instead closing his eyes to draw up his own mental image of the sky he so missed. “She would have hated this place so much more than I do.” He whispered as if he would be sent back to the hospital wing for criticizing the interior design choices of District Thirteen.

❝I ain't sure I can blame her,❞ she responded gently.

In truth, Lucy Gray found the culture and expectations of thirteen 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 close to those of the Capitol; The desire Coin was showing, the look in her eyes when she spoke of it - Lucy Gray had seen this before, and she was 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭 that the inevitable power vacuum would not be dealt with through more brutality. The incredibly regimented structure of life in the underground reminded her far too much of her time in the games, and from what she had heard from younger victors, that had not changed. ❛How the hell are y'all meant to heal when they're directin you down to the second?❜ she thought to herself, knowing better than to speak out loud her distaste for the district.

Vesta did not mind being left behind, while everyone else attended a gala, because she didn't like big events. She rarely got along with other children her age and had no interest in spending time with them, but the adults were also boring. The grandma'am treated her like a doll every time they went out, parading her around in front of shallow Capitol people like she was a trophy. Coryo and Tigris had already outgrown the 'pretty child' phase, as grandma'am called it, so she could only boast with their achievements now and not with how perfectly behaved and adorable they were. That was apparently Vesta's job and she despised it, because that was not how she was being treated at home. Though the grandma'a was seldom cruel, she was stone cold most of the time, disappointed in how frail her granddaughter was. She did not live up to the expectations she had for a Snow, so unless they were in public, the grandma'am preferred Coryo and Tigris.

Truthfully, Lucy Gray would have been almost anywhere but the gala. She 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 these sorts of events, having become sick of the 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 of herself not so long after the games. Coryo often told reminded her that this feeling was a small price to pay for what would come when he became the president, however to Lucy Gray, that simply meant she would be subjected to far more of this kind of thing.

He continued to thrust in and out of her, picking up the speed. She was the only good thing for him down in district 12, he despised everyone else here.