nightmare + f. odair✔

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please read the a/n at the end:)

"Jesus Christ," Octavia spat, the prep team running a very rough brush through her curls.

The interviews were tonight, and she certainly wasn't looking forward to sucking up to the Capitol people.

"Shut it. It will be worth it," the girl, Eiffel, smacked her shoulder. Octavia leaned back into the chair, huffing.

"You are no child, Octavia," Ember, the male, scolded. She rolled her eyes.

An hour and a cursing Octavia later, the prep demons had finished and her face, hair, and body were painted, straightened and stripped to perfection.

She ran fingers delicately through her thick locks, smiling in the full length mirror. Her makeup had already been done, and Octavia couldn't wait to see what Veah had up her sleeve.

The door suddenly opened, and in walked Veah with a long, zipped bag that held her dress.

Octavia was giddy, and Veah sighed before gesturing for her to turn around.

"Close your eyes," Veah murmured, zipping down the bag. She pulled out a dress, and Octavia felt the soft material caress her skin that was bare aside from her undergarments.

(dress above)

She opened them when she felt it zip, and she almost choked when she saw it.

It was strapless, and tight around her breasts and stomach before flaring out about three inches down her thigh. The gold color complimented her tan skin, and the embroidery shined bright in direct light.

The bottom flared around her, trailing well behind her feet with the edges embroidered with gold detailing.

"O-oh my god," Octavia stuttered, turning slightly and watching it flow effortlessly behind her.

She turned, enveloping her stylist in a hug.

"Thank you, thank you so much Vee."

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With Octavias elegant and powerful dress, she felt as if she could do anything.

Anything but glance in the general direction of Finnick Odair, apparently.

She walked towards the area where everyone awaited, only to run into Katniss Everdeen and her- lovely dress.

Octavia snorted, flicking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"I'm going to assume this wasn't your first choice?" Octavia asked, or more stated.

"President Snow-"

"Fuck him," Octavia said simply. She watched Katniss smirk ever so slightly, before giving her a tiny smile of her own.

"It is pretty, although it would've been prettier if you weren't being sentenced practically to death," Octavia sassed, and Katniss let out a laugh.

"You're bitchier than I thought," Katniss spoke, a smile toying on her lips.

Octavia only smiled, before walking away, her heels clicking as she went.