La ballade d'une Ballerine : a Treech fanfiction

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Twenty-nine la neige est de retour

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In the midst of the chaos, Coriolanus's attention sharply shifted as he heard a familiar voice cut through the commotion. The fallen assailant lay unconscious on the ground as he swiftly turned his gaze toward the source of the voice.

Delyth

She looked so different. The air in the district, different from the sterile atmosphere of the Capitol, had given her a healthy glow. Her once-pale complexion now boasted a natural radiance, and her features seemed more relaxed, reflecting a sense of freedom. The crisp air of District 7 had tousled her hair into loose waves, a departure from the meticulously styled locks of the Capitol.

Gone were the layers of carefully applied makeup, revealing a more natural and authentic version of herself. The stress and constraints of Capitol life seemed to have lifted, allowing her true beauty to shine through.

Her dress exhibited a rustic charm, crafted from earthy tones, its design, featured subtle patterns reminiscent of tree branches and leaves. The knee-length cut allowed for ease of movement, and the neckline, modest yet graceful, added a touch of femininity. Overall, her dress exuded a quiet elegance. She looked beautiful

And Coriolanus wasn't the only one who thought it.

Treech found his feelings growing with each passing day. It wasn't just the ease with which she adapted to district life that drew him in but also her genuine curiosity and eagerness to embrace their way of living.

Seeing how seamlessly she fit into his family, gaining their love and trust, only intensified his emotions. In her presence, Treech discovered a connection that went beyond the trials of the Hunger Games, a bond that deepened as she navigated the challenges of her new life in District 7 with him.

Coriolanus found himself about to speak to her, but before a word could escape his lips, one of his companions forcefully pulled him away from the unfolding scene.

Delyth felt a surge of confusion and uncertainty upon seeing her old friend. While the sight of him would typically bring happiness, a lingering unease settled in, as their last encounter hadn't ended on the best terms.

Revealing a stark contrast to the figure he once portrayed. The absence of his signature curls accentuated the severity of his features, the sharp angles of his jawline were more pronounced, and his piercing blue eyes seemed colder than before. The change in appearance only deepened Delyth's sense of unease, wondering what other transformations might have occurred in Coriolanus since they last crossed paths.

When Blossom insisted on leaving, citing her boyfriend Dubois being punched in the face, Delyth couldn't help but wonder why Coriolanus Snow would be present in such a situation. The unexpected convergence of their paths stirred a mix of curiosity and apprehension, creating a tense atmosphere that begged for answers to questions buried in the past.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Treech's voice echoed in the living room as he sat downstairs, seemingly waiting for them to return.

Treech hesitated to go out, harbouring the fear that people would recognize him and offer congratulations for what he saw not as a victory, but a haunting experience.

"I was saving your girlfriends ass" Dubois joked, pointing towards Delyth who'd just come through the door, at the comment Treech's face dropped as he perked up.

"I'm fine, Treech," she reassured him as he stood up, his gaze scanning her for injuries. "He didn't hurt me... he just wouldn't leave me alone," she explained, and at her words, a frown etched itself on his face, his teeth gritted in frustration.

Learning about another guy touching Delyth fueled a surge of anger within him.

"Who was it?" Treech's gaze intensified as he turned to Blossom, concern etched on his face, while Delyth recounted the unsettling incident.

"You don't need to worry about that," Dubois nonchalantly remarked, wincing as Blossom tended to his injury. "Some peacekeeper guy beat him black and blue," he shrugged, downplaying the incident.

As she ushered him upstairs, bidding goodnight to Dubois and Blossom, Treech couldn't ignore the unease in her gaze. It hinted at something troubling, and a sense of concern settled in as they headed to their room.

Treech sat on her bed, purposely averting his gaze as she changed into her sleepwear. Despite the natural curiosity, he focused on the wall, respecting her privacy.

"It was Coryo" she told him, she watched as his head slightly tilted, seemingly trying to remember the name, she cursed herself as she used his nickname, forgetting Treech wouldn't know.

"Who?" He asked

"The peacekeeper" she paused as she began to pull her top over her head, "it was Coriolanus"

Treech recalled Coriolanus, the blonde man who stood with her at the train station – Lucy Gray's mentor. He remembered Delyth sharing an incident where she caught him attempting to sneak a handkerchief into the container with the snakes, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"He's a peacekeeper?," Treech continued to question, his gaze still focused on the wall. "What's he doing here?" As the bed sank under Delyth's weight, she gave him a subtle pat on the back, allowing Treech to turn around. She sat there, shoulders shrugged in uncertainty, mirroring the puzzlement in his mind.

"I wonder if they caught him cheating" she questioned to herself, of course - she didn't have the answer, she was just as confused at his appearance as Treech.

"I don't know what brought him here though" she confessed, The uncertainty lingered in the air. They exchanged a glance filled with questions, wondering about the unexpected reappearance of Coriolanus Snow in her life.

Certainly, Delyth couldn't dismiss the possibility that Coriolanus Snow's presence in District 7 was mere chance. However, she knew him to be an exceedingly calculated individual, and the timing seemed too precise for her to attribute it to mere coincidence.

Delyth sensed a carefully woven thread connecting their past and present, leaving her skeptical about the randomness of his arrival.