Snows Godess|| coriolanus snow

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Hera's pov
here i stand by myself. no sponsors coming. not even to my mentors. of course they won't want us dressed like this. not off to a good start. bastards. "hera" a soft voice calls out. i turn and see a pretty woman. hair a platinum blonde. eyes blue. tigris snow. i nod "tigris" she's designed for a tribute last year.

her designs are gorgeous. she smiles "i've been assigned as your stylist from here on out" what? oh thank god. i ask "what happened to the other?" she replies "there's been...interest in you already. so i'm here to help your appearance" i reply "am i not to your people's standard" she replies "you're gorgeous hera. your name truly is fitting. i only wish to enhance what you already have" i say "im going to guess your cousin is who holds this...interest in me." raising an eyebrow.

she replies "coryo doesn't have that kind of power quite yet" i reply "he controls the games and all in it. until i go into that arena and die or survive i am his property to do with what he wishes. so yes he does tigris" she tells me "i can see why he likes you" with a smile. i reply "he doesn't even know me to like me tigris." i feel a stare. i turn and see him staring. i raise an eyebrow and raise a glass. he does the same a smirk on his lips. whatever game he's playing...i won't play it. my life could quite literally depend on it.

tigris says "you're not property by the way" i chuckle "we all are. even you who live here in the capitol." she asks "what's it like out there? in 10. what was your life like out there?" with a soft smile. and i find myself answer despite myself. "mountains. trees. farms. farms like you wouldn't believe. grew up on one. riding horses. raising them. producing for everyone else" she nods "do you have a favorite thing about your district?" i think and say "the butterflies. they're orange black and white. stunning. they only come in the summer but...besides the horses at home...them" she nods and asks "what about your family? what are you fighting to get back to?"

i reply "no one. i'm just...fighting for me" her eyes soften "what happened to them if you don't mind me asking" "i don't talk about it" i say wanting to leave the past alone. she nods "sorry for your loss. i am your stylist but...i want you to look at me as more than that. i'm here for whatever you need hera" with a smile. i ask "coryo ask you for this?" she pauses "he let you call him that? he only does that with..." i ask "with what?" she shakes her head "nevermind. and no. he just asked me to dress you. but i see you as a potential friend and everyone here needs one of those...even if your time may be short lived" hinting at the games. i nod and say "thank you."

coriolanus' pov
it's been a few days. i've had eyes on my hera this whole time. keeping an eye on her. i go to the president and he asks "what are your plans for the games?" i speak "rainforest, with a river going through it" he nods and asks "and what mutts will there be?" i say "been working on them. they're called tracker jackers. they're insects that's sting can cause hallucinations. enough stings can cause death. their stings cause swelling as well. they chase." running through the other logistics of it showing him the map. he says "you changed who district 10s stylist is" Hera.

i nod "tigris is fully competent. i saw how the tribute was dressed for her welcoming. it was unacceptable. she wasn't even approached by sponsors. putting her at a slight disadvantage. i won't have incompetent people working with my tributes in any capacity" he nods "very well. you said you had other plans for victors" i nod and show the plans "better housing. a reward for being reaped and fighting and following the rules. something to return to for winning. they not only win for themselves but their district too. they have a chance of upgrading their life. being a victor should be a badge of honor even though the games are punishment" just drew up the draft yesterday. thinking about getting hera to survive and giving her something to return to if she decides to go back to 10. can't just do it for her. but all of them unfortunately. but it's for her. he nods and signs his approval. good. i hand the plans off and he says "coriolanus" i turn and he says "she's a pretty thing isn't she. district 10" i clench my fist annoyed that he has the audacity to comment on her beauty. she's fucking mine. her and tigris has grown close thankfully.

she quite likes her. tigris has worked on a few designs and sent them my way and showed me some fabrics for it and i preapproved them. i reply "she's a surprise to say the least" he says "first day of their training is today. do tell me what she's made of i have meetings and cannot make it" i nod and leave him there plotting in 1000 ways i could kill him. old bastard.

he's got a main wife and four others having his children still because his main wife cannot bare anymore because of her age. his other wives young enough to be his own child. sickening. i'll be damned if he has an idea of making her one of them. i'd sooner kill him. i leave and take a deep breath and head to the viewing area of the tribute center where they're staying and training. i take a seat and take note of the other tributes and what they're doing and how they're doing. promising.

i pause looking for her and i see her just...sitting there. does she not know how to do anything? why isn't she training? interesting. she just sits and seemingly eyes everyone. oh. smart girl. she's strategizing. watching everyone else show their talents and hiding her own. not showing her hand to anyone. she's going to have a chance to show what she can do so i can score her. she's also going to have a chance on tv to earn some sponsors too. i wonder what her plan would be? what her plan is? is her plan to run and hide? fight?

is she going to dance? paint? draw? soon they're leaving and i stand and nod to the men around me and find her "you didn't do anything hera" she nods sending me a smile as we both get in the elevator alone "i'd rather not show my hand" just as i thought. i say "you still have no sponsors. they don't know what you can do, or if you're even worth betting on"

she replies looking at me "i'd rather have no sponsors than have them and everyone know what i can do putting a bigger target on me" i sigh "you need sponsors if you're going to get food, water, first aid" she replies "i'll be fine" i reply "is this your mentors doing? you throwing away your chance at sponsors" she doesn't get to answer and i curse as she leaves. i go back to the office and say "i want the sponsors to watch the scoring" he asks "what?" "it's fine they see the numbers but i think it'd be even more enjoyable if they are witness to what got them those scores. it'll sway them more to sponsor. gives the people more of a look behind the scenes and feel like they're included more than ever" i say. i don't need to ask. but me doing so makes him trust me more. brings me closer. something i'll need if im going to succeed. he nods "very well"