Snows Godess|| coriolanus snow

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hera's pov
i cant breathe. memories flooding my mind. a part of my life i wished to fucking forget. and here i am reliving it. fuck fuck fuck. a hand touches my shoulder and i jump away on edge not noticing i had company. "it's just me hera" it's tigris. i wipe my eyes and smile "hi tigris" she hugs me "you don't need to hide from me come. i can help you with that" motioning to my throat. it hurts so bad. a feeling i vowed to never have again. but here i am. i sit in the bathroom disassociating as she uses a cream to rid of the bruises. but i stare at them. haunted. the bruising lightens but i still feel that pain. trauma. i touch my throat softly a tear falling. i wipe it again. tigris looks at me pain on her face. she says "i would ask you if you're okay but i know you're not"

i tell her "i...i just don't get what happened. or why. i can't do it anymore tigris. i cant do it again. i can't be around him. not when he...i said i wouldnt be like this again. never again." her face softens even more if possible "someone's done this to you before? hurt you like that? Hera i'm so sorry" i sniffle "i liked him. and he just...i don't know why. i don't know anything tigris. i don't know lucy gray. i never have. he wouldn't stop. make it stop" crying. she hugs me to her and lets me cry. it took a while for me to even move on. to be open to a relationship again. to even being friends with a male.

i used to flinch at everything. apologize for everything like i ever did anything wrong. and i healed. atleast i thought i did. but coriolanus brought it all back. everything i buried. everything i did to heal. it's gone and the trauma is all back. fuck. it wasn't just Lile beating me. it was the psychological torture he inflicted, the emotional distress, the gaslighting, the lovebombing. it got to the point that there was a noise complaint and peacekeepers had to get involved. he was ordered to stay away from me or a more severe punishment be dished out. it took me a while to gain my confidence in myself back. i've been an orphan since i was 12. im almost 18. i have no other family.

"shhh Hera i'm here you're safe and no one will hurt you again okay? never again. i won't let them" Tigris says softly. i say "the covey in 10 know the song and perform it tigris. i swear i don't know her or anything else. i'm sorry. tell coryo ill never sing it again. i'll never sing again. just tell him im sorry. i'm sorry" letting my mind and mouth run at 1000 miles an hour. she grasps my face "hey." i stop and she wipes my tears "breathe Hera. okay? coryo knows you don't know lucy gray. i got through to him before i came here. you have nothing to apologize for. okay? nothing at all. breathe Hera. you're okay now. you're safe. and as for you singing. you have a beautiful voice. the prettiest i've ever heard. use it. it got you a lot of sponsors today. everyone's excited and talking about you H. coryo isn't mad at you. he's not. he just got out of hand with his paranoia and he's sorry. okay?" i nod and mutter "sorry" pulling myself together and she looks at me softly and says "don't apologize for how you react to your trauma being relived"

i get ready for bed and she asks softly "need anything?" i shake my head "thank you Tigris" i've never truly had a friend like this before. she says "anytime" and with that she's gone.

tigris' pov
my heart hurts seeing her like this. i know Hera is a tribute. she could die in those games. and getting attached isn't smart at all. but i have. knowing what i know now makes me hate the games more. she's already traumatized...and now the games will bring a whole new kind of trauma to her. she doesn't deserve it. no one does. not one person. i go to coryo and he asks "how is she?" i shake my head "i gave her the cream to heal fast" he's who gave it to me. he nods and i say "she's shaken up coryo. very much."

he nods "i didn't mean-" i cut him off "you have to get your paranoia in check coriolanus. if you want to keep her in your life for as long as she has one. what happened today cannot happen again. she doesn't deserve it. she cried herself to sleep telling me to apologize to you and promising she doesn't know lucy or anything about her. she said the covey in 10 know the song and that's how she heard it. she was promising to never sing again coryo. okay? do what you can to fix it or leave her alone" his demeanor softens "why would she apologize to me? she didn't do anything wrong. i did. i did that. it wasn't her fault" i say "she doesn't see it that way. she won't let herself see it that way. what is your plan here anyway? you're seeing her or were, supplying her fashion, makeup, and hair and nail needs to get attention. you're basically mentoring her. why? she's going into that arena. and she could very well die. so what is your plan coryo? hm?"

he says "i care about her. deeply so. i won't let her die in the games. hell i wont let her get hurt either" i say "you're going to cheat them...again?" softly. he says "what choice do i have? she's...everywhere tigris. every thought i have is of her. what she's doing. how she's doing. how i can help her. if i even truly can. i wonder how she looks in the dress i approved. if she likes it too. i always think about her. always. even in my fucking sleep i think about her. plan for her. hear her laugh, see her smile. she's...in me tigris. i can't do nothing. this is nothing like what i felt for lucy gray. it's more. better. but i fucked that all up. i can't just sit and watch her be led by incompetency. and die. she dies in there tigris and i....i fear ill fucking lose what sanity i have left. i've been...taken by her mind body and soul since i saw her reaping and getting to know her has made that so much worse"

i'm the only person he opens up to like this. after lucy gray and his return i thought he was coriolanus. just like his father. he looks the part. and it was in his eyes the evil just as his fathers. but now...with hera...he's coryo. actually...a even mix between the two. i say "you love her" he doesn't know i know of the late visits to her room. the hours they'd spend together just together. but i do. i know their bond is deeper than a few talks and his slight teachings id see him give. he says "it doesn't matter anymore tigris. she's terrified of me...did you see how she looked at me? ran away from me? i hurt her tigris. i fucking put my hands on her!" throwing a glass of alcohol at the fireplace in aggravation at himself and his actions. i snap "pull it together coryo. you cannot act like this around her okay?! not again. she likes you. but now she's afraid. you cannot let paranoia about the past get to you again." he relaxes "okay. how do i get her back" i say "give her time. apologize. try to get her to talk to you but don't corner her. trap her." "she goes into the games in less than a month" he points out. i say "if she doesn't forgive you by then...make sure she survives. so she can" he nods and i leave him to himself.