Prompt Fill: "Amuse Me" - Emory losing tributes

[lorata]

I really do not understand how quick prompts work. I'm also not sure I get the definition of "cheering up" BUT IN MY DEFENCE YOU HAVE TO GET SAD FIRST.

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Odin dragged him out into the mountains like he was a fresh Victor all over again to stop him from scouring footage looking for Emory or staring at his phone and wishing he could call, and they’d sparred until Brutus’ muscles ached and he collapsed on the hard, dirt-packed trail, pine needles tickling the back of his neck and the sharp scents of the mountains slowly easing the tension from his muscles.

I totally loved this even though it was also stressful if you know what I mean...

When Brutus finally called a halt Emory had a fractured wrist and he’d had to crack his nose back into place, but Emory actually leaned against his shoulder as they waited for the on-call doctor to make the trip. “She’s better than me,” Emory said, and she didn’t rest her head against him or even shift most of her weight onto his, but their arms touched and for Emory that may as well be a full embrace. “I’ll just have to keep trying.”

I hadn't thought about this, but yes it must have been insanely hard to have both her mentor and the woman nearest to her in years out both pulling victors in their first try, yet Emory never doing so. I think this is the exact moment you broke my heart.

n the end it’s Lyme who pulls him out of it, Lyme who’s never tasted loss but will soon enough, Lyme who hauls his ass out onto the basketball court and drags the feelings out of him and invites him over for dinner with Artemisia. Misha is irreverent and mocking and very much alive, and Brutus didn’t pull her but he did work backup for Lyme and it - helps, a little, to see her there, perched on the counter and swiping ingredients from the chopping board as Lyme cooks.

Ok even though this was sad and so sad and kept getting sadder, this still made me smile. Thank you.

After a second of debating with himself and Brutus pulls Emory into his arms. She lets out a cry of protest and shoves weakly against his chest, but collapses after a moment and lets Brutus hold her. She’s almost as tall as he is, over six feet and quarry-broad, but Brutus holds on and weathers the storm as she gives in and cries.

AHHHHHH POOR EMORY