Hera's pov i get dressed for the reaping. another year. another hunger games. fun.
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i go and feed the horses and cows and head to the reaping. i zone out during the speech. same shit different year. "Hera Fields" shit. i go up on stage and stare blankly. soon we're put in a train. i had no one to say goodbye to anyway. we have a whole bunch of food and i pick at it. then i see my mentor im assuming. Talon Appa. the other must be Angus Falco.
coriolanus' pov i watch the reaping and pause seeing the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. holy shit.
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why the hell is she in district 10 of all places? she's too...stunning to be there. she's going to be in the games. i have to...meet her. i just have to. i make note of her name. and work on tweaking the games.
hera's pov here we are at the capitol. holy shit. we're let off the train and sent to our rooms. i'm plucked and pampered. and a woman comes in she smiles "hi im Bambi your stylist." i nod "hi" "my god you're pretty. district usually doesn't make em that pretty" she compliments. she tells me "tonight you have a chance at the presidents home to meet people get sponsors things like that" i nod "okay" she replies "just smile i can tell you have a great one" and she has me wear
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ew. we go to the place and i stand and talk to people. they're judging me. "Hera fields" a voice says and i turn and see the head game maker. coriolanus snow. pristine in a suit his white blonde hair slicked back, his jaw sharp. eyes calculating. they rake over my body seemingly displeased with what i'm wearing? or with me in general? i don't know. what i do know is coriolanus doesn't show his face around these kinds of events. he doesn't interact with tributes if it's not to see them and score them.
he's usually nose deep in the labs and creating games and mutts. so why is he here...and talking to me at that? i nod to him respectfully knowing that if i dont...he could decide to simply torment me in the games because of it. i have to play this smart. all of them. i've watched every game and studied every victor and the tributes in case i get picked. it was bound to happen one day. i've spent my free time trying to train myself. the careers get trained to kill. but the rest of us? lower districts? we're what gets killed in the first day in the blood bath. we're what gets killed time and time again due to not being equipped and given a fair chance at fighting. "game maker coriolanus snow" i greet.
shaking his hand he answers by kissing my knuckles his lips soft, sparking me in a way i've not had in a while. my ex got reaped and killed in the 9th games. admittedly he wasn't that strong...or smart. his death hurt. i loved him. but i see how i have to survive. all i have left is my life and ill be damned if they take that from me too. he gives a charming smile "Hera...please call me coryo" his voice deep. nickname already. what is he playing at?
coriolanus' pov what the fuck do they have this...beauty, wearing? they're supposed to be dressed to fit in here. but they basically have her in rags? she's a tribute she's to be treated as if she's capitol while here. she's even more stunning up close. i'll have a talk with her stylists. a beauty like her should not be dressed like this. she should be wearing panem's finest dresses. maybe even some suits. and the shiniest pair of heels and the most beautiful jewelry. she says "nickname basis already?" sipping a drink. i chuckle "i like to be familiar with the tributes" she raises an eyebrow and challenges "no you don't" she's right i don't. not after lucy gray. not after how i had to kill my way into coming back to the capitol and now im head game maker. dr gaul assisting me but not leading anymore since i did last years game so well. she's my assistant now. and now im waiting to get higher and be president. i chuckle "you're right" she asks "so what made you come today? i've heard this isn't your scene and tributes aren't your people" but she can be. i give a charming smile "i came just to meet you"
she replies "why?" i shrug "interest. a beauty like you should've been capitol bred not district. it's surprising district could make someone so...goddess like. your name...fitting" she replies "im more than a pretty face Coriolanus" her brown eyes on my blue. "i bet. most pretty faces have....other sides to them. i intend to see yours Hera." i say reaching and wiping the corner of her mouth as the drink dribbles from it. i suck the wine from it. and she watches in...lust hopefully. i see her stylist and Tigris talking. i kiss her hand again "if you'll excuse me hera i have to talk to my cousin" she nods "nice meeting you Coryo" i grin "pleasures all mine Hera"
i find them and ask her stylist "is that how you plan on dressing hera the entirety of her stay here?" she replies "yes i'm going for a-" i shake my head "she's a tribute and a possible victor. she should be wearing the best of the best not rags like what she has at home." she says "yes mr snow but my vision" i cut her off "isn't going to win her any sponsors. none have talked to her. or her mentor for that matter. everyone else is getting sponsors her but district 10 and that's because no one wants to sponsor a low district wearing poor clothes when they should be dressed to impress. that being said. tigris. you're great at what you do. you are now Hera's stylist. dress her. and dress her well. i want to see the designs beforehand" hiring her. i can deal with the president and stuff later. we are friends after all. he just so happens to be in my way. "mr snow" her stylist says "tell her you're not overseeing her anymore and apologize for how you and your incompetence hurt her chances" and with that she's off seeing the fire in my eyes. "coryo" tigris calls and i turn "yes tigris"
she smiles "you like her" i reply "she just deserves a fair chance. and her stylist...ruined that." she chuckles "coryo. it's okay to think she's gorgeous. she's been turning heads all night despite how she's dressed. everyone likes beauty here. and i saw you flirting with her. it's odd you're here anyway mr game maker" i say offhandedly "just want to see what my designs going to be up against. go introduce yourself. she is your first tribute after all. use my card on her dresses and fabrics. everything she wears is on me. and gets approved too. then she'll approve."
she nods and asks "and what do i say to her if she asks" i reply "just say someone's...taken an interest in her wellbeing. starting with what she wears" she nods "okay"
