Sweetheart | TREECH

05 - Promise

Rosalie and Coriolanus were up all night together. Not in the way you'd think , goodness no. Rosalie was better than that.

They were working on the paper to give Dr. Gaul. Clemensia would've been there but was too sad over Arachne. Rosalie preferred it like this , two geniuses working together without a lousy lapdog.

"We could bring gifts to the games, have a way the tributes could get food." Rosalie looked up at Coriolanus. The room was lit by candlelight , a romantic setting if looked at the wrong way.

Coriolanus walked over to where she was writing. The two of them were doing a two part essay. One of the reason for the Hunger Games , one for the ideas Coriolanus had for the games.

Rosalie was quite cold in the Snows manor. It brought her to wonder how they always lived like this. "Coriolanus, I know you're doing this because Lucy Gray has no chance." She looked up from the paper.

"We need that money, you know that." Coriolanus was sat on his bed. It's true , Rosalie was one of the few people to know the real life situation of the Snows.

That didn't mean she was going to lose.

The night went on for what seemed like hours. As Rosalie finished her part of the essay , Coriolanus immediately took over. "Lie down and rest a bit, you must be exhausted."

And exhausted she was. Upon lying down on his bed, she had to fight herself to not to sleep. The sound of Coriolanus dipping his pen in the ink , the scribbling on paper , the occasional sigh as he messed up almost helped her fall asleep.

An hour or two passed as Coriolanus stretched in his chair , the groan escaping his lips making Rosalies heart skip a beat. It's not that she liked him , he was just an attractive guy.

"Are you finished?" Rosalie could only manage a whisper with how tired she was. "Yes, now it's too late to let you leave now. You can sleep there and i'll sleep on the couch."

"Coriolanus, I couldn't ask you for that." "I'm not offering, i'm insisting." His sudden tone of authority startled Rosalie as she quickly obliged. Honestly , the quicker she sleeps the better.

As she finally allowed her eyes to close , she fell asleep instantly. As the feeling of sleep overtook her , she felt more relaxed than ever.

In her dream , she saw him. This is when she really realized how much he changed. Chopping down trees added a bit of muscle to his build but not too much.

It felt as if the whole dream she had just been admiring him , looking back at how he changed.

Rosalie woke up by Tigris entering the jroom. "You stayed up late writing , didn't you?" A warm smile was on her face , one more pure than Rosalies.

"Yes , it was too late for me to go home so Coriolanus told me to sleep here. I hope its not an issue." Rosalie said as she stretched , her voice straining slightly.

"Oh , not at all. I only woke you up because Coryo said there was some meeting with the tributes that you needed to go to." Rosalie immediately shot up. Shit. She thanked Tigris as she quickly went home.

It wasn't a long run, she practically lived down the street from Coriolanus.

She opened the door and her mom was yet again worried. "Sweetheart , I was so worried. You didn't call or anything." A warm embrace calmed Rosalie down from the running. "I'm sorry , it was late when we finished the paper and I was too tired."

Her mother sighed as she cupped her cheek lovingly. Rosalie smiled softly at her in return. "I need to go , I might even already be late." Her mom smiled as she let her go upstairs and get ready.

It didn't take her long to get ready , quite the opposite. She brushed her teeth , washed her face , and brushed her hair in under 10 minutes. Rosalie stared into the mirror, which probably cost her the most time.

She could only think if Treech would think she looked good with this or that. She didn't know why she thought about how he felt , he was just a friend.

She did her normal makeup , mascara and lip gloss , trying to keep her natural face as much as she could. He'd probably like that better.

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"Treech." His head perked up and immediately made eye contact with Rosalie. Whatever resentment he had towards the Capitol didn't matter as he saw her.

"Oh sweetie , you look so pretty." Rosalies face started warming up. A smile crept up her cheeks as she blushed. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Treech's hands were shackled to the table and Rosalie felt horrible. That should be her sitting on the opposite side of the table , not him. He deserved the Capitol life.

"I wish I could take those off you. God , I feel so bad. I'm so sorry this is happening to you." Rosalies voice cracked slightly as she put her hands over Treech's.

"Sweetie , it's okay." Treech held her hand in his and Rosalies stomach fluttered. "Let's focus on getting you out the games. Getting you back home."

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felt bad last update was a while ago sorry pookies this is halfway done but ill finish it in another chapter