Prompt: Hayffie + "True Love" by Coldplay
Effie was a woman, who needed to be in control. Even as a teenager she had this little habit of needing to be in control. She was in many clubs in school and organized things and now she was doing it as her work. Every year, she planned everything into detail for her tributes and had to make sure there was no delay in doing so. She had the control.
But there was one thing she could not control. Everytime she had an encounter with Haymitch Abernathy, she nearly loses control. But why was that? Effie had no clue. He was unbearable, dirty, drunk and just impossible, but at the same time it were some of the things she loved the most about him. She couldn't help herself.
For a second, I was in control
I had it once, I lost it though
And all along the fire below would rise
Now, the rebellion was over and Effie needed to make a choice. Could she live among the people she once was a part of? Could she bare living together with the ones she hated so much?
It wasn't a hard decision for her to make. She knew where she belonged to. There was no one in the Capitol left she cared for. No one. So why shouldn't she just leave? When she made her choice to leave her home, she packed all the things she had and needed and bought a one-way ticket to the only home she knew there would be people she cared for. District 12.
And I wish you could have let me know
What I really going on below
I've lost you now, you let me go
But one last time
Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch chose to go back there to start all over again. Dressed with a plain blue dress, plain shoes and her natural hair she arrived at District 12. With a tension that claimed her body she took her suitcase and headed for the former victor's village. With every step she took, the tension inside her grew more and more. She was afraid of how her team would welcome her. Would they be happy that she would start living in 12? Would they be angry? Even if they were together in District 13, and even if she helped Katniss, she still didn't knew how she would react to her.
But most of all she was afraid of Haymitch's reaction.
They grew closer over the past few years and Effie came to realize that she somehow fell in love with she didn't know how he felt.
Tell me you love me
If you don't then lie
Lie to me
There was a time, she thought she was ready to confess her love for him. She thought she could see it in his eyes, too. But she was too afraid of rejection. How would they work if the cat was let out of the bag? She wouldn't have been able to do so. Effie would have asked to be transfered to another District. It would have been akward.
But now, it was time for her to be strong. She felt strong enough to confess her love.
It was her time. She knocked on his door.
Remenber once upon a time
When I was yours and you were blind
The fire would sparkle in your eyes
And mine
Waiting was an agony. The tension still grew and she thought about what to say. Would he even recognize her with her hair showing and the plain make-up. He had seen her face, but would he remember? It was a few months ago, he had seen her last.
It took him quite a few minutes to open the door, and when he did, he froze at the look of her. Haymitch let his eyes wander over her body until they reached her face again. She could only think about what he must have been thinking. He didn't say a word, just stared at her as if to figure out who she was. But she bet he knew quite well who she was. Effie would have been disgusted if he really didn't recognize her. They worked together for so many years, he should know.
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "Hello Haymitch. It's a pleasure to see you.", she started with a calm voice. "Effie? Is that really you? What are you doing in 12?" He couldn't think of a good reason for her to be at this place. Especially at his place.
So tell me you love me
And if you don't then lie
Lie to me
Just tell me you love me
If you don't then lie
Lie to me
If you don't then lie
Lie to me
"Tell me you love me." It wasn't a question but a demand. She demanded him to do so. She needed to hear it. If she didn't, she would have left immediately. "What?" "Tell me you love me.", Effie repeated. There was the silence again. The tension was out of her body, she was confident. This was her moment and she wouldn't run away from it. She needed an answer. She needed it now. But would she be pleased by it? She hoped so.
"Princess, do you really want me to tell you something so obious?", he teased her after a moment and looked at her with a grin on his face. Her own face spread into a smile and she nodded. "Well then, Princess, I love you."
Without waiting another moment she reached for him and pressed her lips firmly against his own. It was an awkward but perfect kiss. A kiss of true love.
And call it true
Call it true love
Call it true
Call it true love