"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲?" Snow asked as curiosity coursed through his veins. In the past three months, he had seen her around the Capitol often and wanted to know more as the days passed.
The girl hesitated for a moment before speaking. "𝗖𝗮...
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"Be quiet Tigris, you're going to wake her up." Coriolanus rasped as he and Tigris entered Calista's new and comfortable room. Calista's breaths followed a steady rhythm of both exhaustion and calmness as her throat moved smoothly up and down the way a baby's chest does when falling asleep in their parent's arms.
"I just want to grab my nightstand," Tigris replied in the same tone as she had no intention to wake the sleeping beauty. Tigris had conceded her room to Calista and Coriolanus' parents' room to her mother. The two cousins had discussed it before; if someone finally offered to help them they would give them the room Crassus Snow and his wife once spent their nights in. Even though they had promised to keep it locked with all the valuable and unpleasant memories, letting someone stay there was like erasing an ugly part of their lives, with its haunting times.
Last evening Calista and her mother had just arrived at Snow's house. With all their things packed, they had stood outside the twice-theirs-house-size building, fighting the feeling of nostalgia about what they had left behind and their ambition for what was coming. Luckily, Grandma'am, Tigris and of course Coriolanus had welcomed them kindly, taking their stuff and moving them to where the two women would spend their nights from now on.
Corilanus' eyes had not left Calista's as her mother and Tigris discussed Grandma'am's medication and what Elena had to do daily. Unspoken words flew in the air like birds which spring with its hypnotizing smells and warm weather had just found them and their joyful singing echoed around the city. Similar to the birds' singing was the melody that sounded inside their chest, as their hearts beat fast, ready to burst out and find each other.
That day they hadn't spoken, only admired each other. Their eyes talked though, they spoke about everything they couldn't say at their first meeting. Sparks were hidden behind Calista's navy eyes like the glowing reflection of the sun in the water. For a moment she swore softness had taken the place of the coldness in Coriolanus' eyes, but no matter how much he had stared at her, no matter how much his face had lightened up, his pupils hadn't moved once.
His pupils neither had become bigger because of the sympathy that ran through his veins nor smaller because of the fear of the unknown adventures that were coming. They had stayed still. The same cold as they were since the day his childhood was taken away. The same cold as every time his father showed no love. The same cold when Crassus's death had been announced and so his mother's some days later. Even though he loved that woman with everything he had, the iciness behind those drained eyes was so strong nothing could break it.
At first, Calista had wondered how was it possible to shine as a person since the moment she had stepped into his house but his glare never changed. There was no moment Coriolanus had hidden a smile; he couldn't control it. Every time he looked at her, he wanted to freeze the moment and stay there forever, admiring her until he got bored; and Calista could see that. She knew pretty well what it meant to him to live at the same house with her, and everything about him made it clear. His poistre, his tone but the eyes...the eyes did not seem the same excited.
