"Isn't it lovely. All alone.
Heart made of glass. My mind of stone.
Tear me to pieces. Skin to bone."
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BOOK 1 - Indiana Summers is the niece to two Victors and the sweetheart of the Capitol but now she'd been dropped into the...
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Bleary eyed, Cato blinked rapidly to clear the sleep that fought to stay in his vision. Panic overtook him when his mind shifted to a light sleep and he no longer felt the warm presence of his wife pressed against him. Hand darting towards his sword, the blond man was alert and on his feet within seconds. Frantically scanning the camp, he was relieved to see her seated next to Katniss. Safe and relatively unharmed. Whilst the tension in his shoulders relaxed, his brows furrowed when he noticed that she was sat across from Peeta. Both of the girls were engaging the fragile man in conversation.
"You keep pulling that face and you'll have wrinkles before you turn 25." Finnick teased, coming to stand by Cato's side.
The startled actions of his closest friend had roused the brown haired man from sleep also. His trident hung loosely in his hand as he too had come to the realisation that there was no imminent threat. Forcing his face to relax, Cato grumbled something about how his face would remain handsome until the day he died and that Finnick was the one who would be wrinkled before stalking off. Laughter burst past Finnick's lips and Indiana's head turned in their direction at the sound.
A smile split across her face as the man she loved seated himself behind her, pulling her into a cocoon of safety. He pressed a kiss to her temple in greeting when Indiana asked how he had slept.
"Morning Finn," she grinned at the man from Four, glad to see his long-lost, devastatingly handsome returned to his face.
Muttering a 'good morning' to Peeta and Katniss, Cato berated himself for the shock he had felt when Peeta politely returned the greeting. After all, the only person Peeta had been brainwashed into disliking was Katniss. Other than that, the usual friendly disposition and kind personality of the boy remained. Gale and Peeta resumed their conversation; Indiana fell silent and leaned back into her husband's embrace. Finnick, catching on to what they had been attempting to do, filled in some details about Peeta's Games. Not only had he been there during the 75th, Finnick had been mentoring during the 74th so had witnessed everything that had happened that perhaps Katniss and Indiana hadn't been privy to.
"What are they doing?" Cato whispered in Indiana's ear, warmth breath sending a shiver down her spine.
Despite it being neither the time nor place, her mind flashed through memories of another time where Cato's mouth was near her ear. His chest against her back, her chest flush to the bed, sinful sounds escaping from his mouth. Katniss was in the middle of answering questions about the colour of her dress in Seven, whether she liked cheese buns, her favourite colour, and so on. They were the simplest of facts that he was learning but every piece of information was a step closer to helping Peeta regain his memories (and hopefully emotions) about the girl who had tried her hardest to keep him alive. The girl he had loved since they were children.
