CATO POV
"Attention, tributes! Commencing at dawn, there will be a Feast at the Cornucopia. Some of you may already be refusing my offer, but each of you need something desperately. And we plan to be generous hosts. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour."
Clove doesn't react, her stony gaze hitting mine at the boom of the loudspeaker. It strikes me that I will never truly know what she's thinking. I'll always be left wondering, forever trying to figure out what thoughts are behind those green eyes.
"What do we need desperately?" I say, breaking the silence.
"Well, I don't know about you, but they can start with a hairbrush," she jokes.
A look upwards at the sky tells me it's beginning to get dark. Clove and I haven't moved from our spot for a couple of days now, and there haven't been any cannons. The Capitol will be restless, likely begging for some action. So it doesn't matter what it is we desperately need. What they want, and will get, is violence.
"I guess they probably need us to fight," I say honestly what's going through my mind.
She looks uncomfortable for a moment, just as she does whenever I mention the Capitol. It was clearly an unspoken rule in her mind that had to be announced when I blabbered on without thinking: don't insult the Capitol.
But I haven't, so she doesn't get annoyed. "Yeah, that's true," she sighs, running a hand over the loose strands that fly out of her braid. "So we'll have to give it to them."
"Even Glimmer and Marvel?"
She hesitates, her face dropping. We both know it will happen eventually. The two of them are waiting in the woods for us, just like all the other tributes. The alliance was gone as quickly and as easily as it began, and it feels like our friendly faces were blatant lies. I wish they weren't.
"Don't say that, Cato," she says stiffly. I feel myself blushing, hating to upset her but knowing I have to say it. Once again, the Games have backed me into a corner, pushed me into the mould they made for us all.
"Sorry," I answer quickly, ignoring the anger that's brewing in my gut. "I know we keep saying we hope it doesn't come to it. But what if it does? What if Twelve and Thresh all get killed, and it's down to the four of us?"
Clove looks like every word coming from my mouth is painful to receive. "I can't kill them. It won't come to it," she snaps.
MARVEL POV
Glimmer and I were practically at the Cornucopia when the announcement sounded. It was her who suggested staying where we are, so I agreed. I haven't been much of a dream boyfriend today, and I want her to stop feeling inferior to the rest of the Career group. She does, I know she does, and it hurts to see her doubt. Every time I tell her we could win, she gets this vacant look in her eyes and agrees sadly.
I lie down against a tree and wrap my coat around Glimmer to keep her warm. "Wake me up in about 4 or 5 hours. I'll do the second half of watch," she says, and snuggles her head into my chest. I stare out into the woods.
It's funny how time moves in the arena. It's been days since we last saw Clove and Cato, and, for that matter any other tribute. Each minute is drawn out, filled with a rush of every emotion under the sun. But at the same time, everything feels like I'm racing towards the finale, my final fight. Whatever fight that will be.
The hours go by, and dawn begins to show its face. I haven't woken Glimmer, but I prefer it when she's content.
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Careers Have Feelings Too | CLATO | GLARVEL |
Fanfiction"The thing is, I didn't expect to be like this," he says. The sunlight bounces off his golden hair, and it seems as if it's glowing. "Didn't expect what?" He smiles coyly, and all at once he seems more sure of himself than ever before. "I went wro...
