President Scardom's POV:
Her eyes droop in her pale face. Her whole body is protectively wound around the infant. Her child. Our child. She looks like we're about to discuss something far less lighthearted then baby names. Only birth could have caused this despair in Fauna Scardom.
Her recovery date seems very far away.
And despite her dark eyes, despite the way she curls around the baby like it is the only thing stopping her from floating away- her voice is very much the same.
"Perky." She moaned, the every wrinkle in her face simultaneously creasing. "Who in hell would name a child perky?" I grin. "Adore Tommopolian, apparently." She frowns and buries her nose in the child's coppery hair. The nameless child. Her voice comes out like a whine, pleading with me. Almost irresistible. "Why can't we name our child, Chaplain?" She mumbles. I sigh. It's the third time we've gone over this, and I still despise the conversation. "Because she is Panem's child. She does not belong to only us. The citizens of the Capitol should have a say in the name that marks her forever." My voice is robotic as I say the words. Her mouth twists. "It wouldn't be a big deal if the citizens of the Capitol decided to nominate a proper name for her. But they keep coming up with things along the lines of Butterscotch and Perky."
"Butterscotch and Perky may be terrible things to name an infant, but the citizens of the Capitol have some good ideas. I'm fond of the names Cindra and Songbird." The baby squeals and pummels her mother with a chubby baby fist. Fauna sighs. "I have a good name." She mumbles, surly and childish. I smirk. "What name do you have, darling?" The baby blinks and makes a quiet noise that sounds a bit like a cat coughing up a hairball. "Spark." She mutters. "Spark Tahlia Scardom. I want that to be my baby's name." I trace my finger alongside Fauna's pale cheek, and do the same to the child. Spark, perhaps. "I could arrange it." I murmer slowly. "I could set it up on the BabyBoards, tell everyone Tiara Diora suggested it.. If it's popular enough.."
Fauna grins, looking suddenly like the wife I had before her terrible birth that the doctors could not move along faster. I fired three people after her labor. "What a devious idea, my dear husband. We can have her attached to a name just before the Reaping begins." "Devious?" I murmer. "I don't do devious. I'm the law-abiding President of Panem, aren't I?" She smiles up at me. "Of course." She laughs, and her voice is full of joy that has been absent too long. "Speaking of the Reaping.." Her voice is suddenly sharp, and I anticipate her question right before she asks it. "..How is the Arena coming along?" I smile. I've been waiting for her to ask this question. "I can't tell you what it is. But it's going to be a huge success. Promise." She tilts her head, letting her dark hair, full of black streaks fading to a bleached color, fall.
"I'm so glad."
I snuck a pun in there, but you won't get what it is because you don't know what the Arena is yet. xD
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