Before Katniss Everdeen, before the liberation of the districts, two victors fell in love and uncovered a secret hidden deep within the Captiol.
[ Pre-Hunger Games Trilogy
Female oc x male oc
Stand alone
Cover by @crystallous ]
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IT WAS HARDER THAN Dove thought it would be to let Ivy and Heath go with their prep teams. It only brought her some comfort knowing that Mira would be Ivy's stylist, and Quartz, who styled for Reed, would be Heath's. She trusted them, but not enough to let go of her worry. She wasn't allowed to accompany them, so alone, she headed up to the tenth floor of the Tribute Centre. The elevator took her straight up and opened into the living room and a rush of relief flooded through her at the sight of Andor lounging on the couch that took up practically the entire space.
They exchanged no greetings, they just rushed into each other arms, squeezing so tight neither could breathe, but neither cared. Finally, Dove cried. Not just small tears or watery eyes, but large and painful sobs that sounded more like screams. Andor sniffled along with her, running a hand through her curls. He had only met Ivy and Heath a handful of times, but just like everyone else who had met her siblings, he fell in love with them.
For nearly ten minutes they stood there until Dove's tears finally calmed down and all that was left were shudders. Andor pulled back, tightly holding her shoulders. For the first time in his life, upon seeing her broken face, words had failed him. He found his mouth opening and closing, trying to think of something, his brain overheating like a loading computer. Dove watched him with big, red eyes. "Andor..." Her voice was hoarse and it stung the back of her throat to speak.
There was a ding and the elevators doors opened. Sorrel and Dee had arrived, chatting amongst themselves, but upon seeing Dove and Andor, they fell silent. Andor's quick wit seemed to momentarily return. "Oh, sorry about that! Didn't mean to startle you two."
"No problem at all!" Dee waved him off casually. "We're just getting a bite to eat before the chariots."
Dove couldn't look either of them in the eye. She silently grabbed Andor's hand and pulled him, leaving Sorrel and Dee behind as she headed for her room. He said nothing in protest, allowing her to do so. When the door shut, she let go of his hand be began to pace, shaking her head. "There's no way both of them can make it out alive..." She thought out loud. "But I can't lose them, not both..."
"I'll help in any way I can," Andor told her seriously.
She stopped, turning to him. She loved his dedication to her, but sometimes he went too far. "You have your own tributes to worry about-"
"They're not your siblings, Dove," He countered.
"But they're still children, Andor!" She huffed. "Stop trying to be self-righteous for me!" Her anger of the day had finally boiled over. And he watched her, allowing her to be angry, as she had every right to be. So, Dove screamed all sorts of unseemly words about the Hunger Games, about the Capitol, but mostly about President Snow. When she was finally done, she slumped onto the plush bed in the centre of the room and plopped her face into her hands. "Why?" She croaked, her voice muffled.
