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[d2sejanus--plinth]

@snowalwayslandsontop

A charcoal suit felt fitting for the occasion, along with the black tie, for it was by far not the jolliest of occasions. He debated on skipping the wedding, but at the same time they decided it would look a bit strange if he did, since people knew he was part of Coriolanus' circle. Coriolanus looked magnificent, and he had to make a robust effort not to look at him constantly, with so many other eyes around. He looked handsome, and affable, he was being charming, talking to everyone, cementing more connections, discussing affairs at his own wedding.

It was a wedding of convenience, a business transaction, so Sejanus supposed it was only natural for him to take advantage to mingle like that. As for him, he stuck to corners most of the time, opting for non-alchoholic beverages, trying to ignore his heart breaking to pieces. It was a suffocating atmosphere, and he was only a man, able to watch the man he loved with his beautiful bride curled up to his side only for so long. Even as it all made sense for Coriolanus, as this was the natural next step in his career, Sejanus couldn't help but feel the sting of it, of all it entailed. The preparations, the presence of Livia in their lives from now on, inevitable, the even tighter, compulsive secrecy.

Seeing Coriolanus kiss Livia turned his stomach inside out, he didn't know how he managed to not empty its contents onto the floor. There was a tear or two falling hot down his cheek, that people surely mistook for him feeling touched. He stepped out into the garden, loosening his strangling tie, breathing in the overwhelming scent of roses. He felt sick, but he swallowed hard when he heard footsteps approaching, ready to show his most unruffled, poised face to whoever it was.

It was Coriolanus.

His shoulders drooped, and his face twisted, there was another tear slipping down his cheek. "Sorry. I needed to step out. I'll be in again soon," he tried for his most supportive tone, even offered up a quivery smile. He approached Coriolanus, and grabbed one of his hands self-indulgently, for a little squeeze.

"You really look gorgeous, Coryo," he'd told him already, quite a few times, but it bore repeating. He couldn't breathe, he looked beautiful, untouchable. "How are you faring?" The wedding ring on his finger made Sejanus squirm.

#snowalwayslandsontop #<got a wedding ring on your finger>

[2birds1song]

@snowalwayslandsontop sent: "will i ever regret my own choice for loving you instead of killing you ? "

from 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒. / status: always accepting.

* ❁  ───   lips pushed themselves into a thin line, all the color washing from lucy gray's features. a great deal of discomfort and anger simmering inside in the way she's asked such a thing. another pause passes, gathering her nerves, swallowing thickly before she figures out how to respond to the question since she wasn't going to precisely answer. ❝ i could be askin' you the same thing. ❞ saying flatly, she saved him yet could have easily let him die. would it be wrong to want to retract that now?

#snowalwayslandsontop

[theirmockingjay]

@snowalwayslandsontop ♥d the starter call and promised to be gentle which means kat be like (ง'̀-'́)ง once again.

‘He doesn't know they’ve done to twelve. If he could’ve seen what was on the ground—’

Sitting in the hovercraft she repeated her speech like a mantra, not believing her own luck. Or the other’s stupidity. So far her plan had worked. They believed her when she said they had to find a way to show Peeta how they turned his district to ashes. They were excited, even, about filming another propo, about getting her on board with the rebel propaganda.

They believed her lie.

“I’m going to my home to get some stuff for my mother”, she said after her filming was done, the sentence coming out a little stiff for her liking because after all, she had never been a good actress. Cressida was luckily focused on Gale’s next shot, so she just smiled at her and Katniss made her way to the Victor Village, where the most important part of her plan had to take place. Soon she found her house and rushed inside, anxious steps taking her upstairs to her room. The white flower was still there. Unnatural and beautiful.

Katniss did what she had planned from the moment her mind wrapped around her situation and she repeated her speech word by word, exactly as she had practiced countless times inside her head.

“I know you’re monitoring this place. I know you can see and hear me, President Snow. I need to speak to you.”

She repeated this sentence five times, like she had planned. It was a random number, but logically it should be enough time for someone to reach him and also to keep her rebel crew from suspecting she was doing anything else but grabbing stuff for the medical wing.

The next part of her speech wasn’t planned. She had the basic idea, but the words flowed like a river before she could control them.

“You don’t want Peeta. You never thought he had anything to do with this. You want me. I’m the one that pulled the berries. I’m the one that shot an arrow at your force field. I’m the one that the districts follow. I’m the spark you want to quench with your first, I’m the songbird you want to drown in your poison. It’s me they are waiting to see crumble, not him. I’m the one that you need. The one that you want. The mockingjay you can’t silence.”

With a deep breath, she spoke her next words almost in a whisper.

“And you can have it all. You can have me”, a pause, “Let Peeta go without harm and you can take me. Release Peeta, president Snow, and I’m yours”

All that was left was waiting. And she hated it.

#snowalwayslandsontop #➶; verse . the mockingjay #➶; ic . are you coming to the tree? #( kat: exists ) #( snow: a female district twelve singer tribute??? nope nope NOPE we've BEEN HERE BEFORE ) #( also let peeta go mr president he smells and i'm prettier. )

[ofdrivensnow]

was that... a compliment? From Livia @snowalwayslandsontop

❊ meme tag. || always accepting. || @snowalwayslandsontop

Whatever softness was there residing on visage quickly etched into repulse as it curls violently in his stomach. Before a girl in the woods did a number on him; he'd show some mercy. And now, there's no room for that kind of thing; no kind of clemency. Everyone deserved 𝑊𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐻, especially this sickening know-it-all Livia Cardew. He will never find it in himself to go lenient on her. After all, did she? When she thought it was fun to taunt him, make fun of him being parent-less; for being an orphan when his parents died. Yes, that was so long ago. They were merely children back then. Yet, he never did forget.

He forgot NOTHING, never.

He was professionally obsessive even as a child, he has spent long hours fixating on things people have said to him that wedged a knife into his chest. And for her small brain could possibly comprehend, she crossed him even back then and he'd never forget the way it had hurt. Satisfaction could be found in getting his revenge for it, each time he got to spit another venomous insult towards her. Another opportunity to try and destruct, provoke hurt in the way she had. This was the ONLY grand thing about being stuck with her. He could easily spend the rest of his life taunting and hurting her the way she had played the same role in the early part of his. "I would never compliment you." he calmly sneered, "Your foolish mistake to think that I would. There's not a single thing about you that's complimentary." And it was spat with strong sincerity.

#snowalwayslandsontop

[musingmemories]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 @snowalwayslandsontop's 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊

Seized without warning, hands rough but less aggressive than usual. Now, it all made sense when forced to stand straight like an arrow for the presence of... "Coriolanus." A name that once ignited sparks to dance through her veins now made the blood coursing through them run cold. Questions and accusations both venomous and warbles of a songbird threatened to leap off Lucy Gray's tongue– the only one that fell between them answered swift as an icy breeze. 'Because I want you here.'

"That's not reason enough for me... you know that by now." Lucy Gray fought the waver in her voice, kept it eerily steady as her brain tried to process and make sense of what was going on. At war with the unsteady rhythm to both voice and heart, she darted between breath-stifling panic wanting to claw its way to the surface, and the desire to understand and solve the puzzle that was Coriolanus Snow.

Focus, Lucy Gray. First, she wasn't back in 12, she was at the Capitol. Second, Coriolanus had demanded she be brought here. But again... why? The most important question of all, answered in due time given the enigmatic way Coriolanus was presently deciding to play this game. "I don't want to be here. We can settle this elsewhere, can't we? On Earthy soil where I can think straight? Fresh air might do you a bit o' good too, Coriolanus." Chestnut-brown met darkened skies, pleading his sanity shine through him, the part of himself he'd claimed had died. She wasn't going to be a Capitol canary caged and on display, a marionette on string forced to perform at the snap of fingers.

#( it’s a mystery sweetheart just like me ; lucy gray baird ) #snowalwayslandsontop #ballad of songbirds and snakes rp #hunger games rp #// Hope it’s okay I replied! 💕

[songbirdreaped]

"We'll pay the price, I guess." @snowalwayslandsontop

@snowalwayslandsontop

❝ i guess we will. ❞ lucy gray couldn't help but to sigh. ❝ we can fix this. fix us. we just need to be honest with each other. ❞ she was sure that they'd be okay. she just wanted him to tell the truth. ❝ please, coriolanus. ❞ it would take a little to trust him again, but this could be the start. she was always able to tell when somebody was lying, that's how she could tell his whole my old self was bull shit. plus, it had been such a terrible lie. seriously ? my old self. yeah right.

#¸·¯ ✩ writings ⋮take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. #@snowalwayslandsontop

[citizensxfpanem]

The past few weeks had been fairly chaotic with no time to stop and take everything in. No time for a moment alone in the run up to the wedding, not between her mother, bridesmaids and seamstresses flitting about. Now however with the wedding out of the way and all celebration over and done with. Everyone was giving them space to adjust to their lives together. Livia couldn’t wait until this was over and they could each get back to their separate lives rather than this forced closeness. She supposed this would generally be appreciated by most newlyweds, but they weren’t most newlyweds.

Livia was sat by the window of their apartment, enjoying the early morning sun as she sipped her tea. It wasn’t where she’d expected to be living but she’d been able to decorate it as she liked so it would do for now. She didn’t expect it to be a long term situation anyway since her and Coriolanus had their sights set on the presidential mansion.

She heard the door click behind her and involuntarily rolled her eyes as the noise signalled an end to her peaceful start to the day.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” She asked before turning around and flashing an obviously fake smile.

@snowalwayslandsontop

[charmandhumor]

In four years, Lucy Gray had nearly given up hope that someday, they could try and make something work. Not moved on - how could she?

Coriolanus had left a lot to live up to. Saving her life, chasing after her all the way to the districts. Spending his last dime to be with her.

Lucy Gray hadn't expected him to ever return in a physical sense. Twelve seemed to disgust him. In her opinion, it seemed like he couldn't run fast enough when he was pulled from Twelve with an honorable discharge. That didn't mean she was going to make it easy on him. The contact via letters had been few and far between. A woman got lonely. Coriolanus looked much more confident in his fancy Capitol clothes than he had in the sea of Peacekeeper uniforms. Lucy Gray's face lit up when she saw him - curse him, he looked good - and she gave a playful roll of her eyes. Of course he wanted to show up like this, with as much dramatic flair as possible. When her performance was through, she made her way through the crowd to him. Coriolanus wasn't difficult to find - was his hair more blonde? It looked nearly white. Stopping in front of him, she placed a hand on her hip, trying to keep herself from smiling, like she was scolding him. "Here to buy a girl a drink finally?" She asked him.

(closed starter for @snowalwayslandsontop )

[d2sejanus--plinth]

@snowalwayslandsontop

continuation to this

Coriolanus' little sleepy hum made his heart race, he didn't think the man would stop having such an effect on him, ever. Then he was tightening his grip on him, tugging him closer, and Sejanus was surrounded by a bubble of comfort and happiness, Sejanus was floating cozily on clouds, it felt like, and it wasn't just the expensive mattress that replicated the feeling, that helped, but it was the company, the gorgeous man that he held in his arms. They didn't have to pull apart from each other. They didn't have to wake up for drills. They didn't have to hide away to sate their yearning for each other. This was pure, utter bliss.

His hand slid over Coriolanus' naked hip, and over the expanse of his back, feeling at the soft skin greedily, the moan that Coriolanus let go of almost made him curse, it was early, they were naked, and now Coriolanus was making those pretty noises.. it was just bound that his body was truly awakening in all the ways. The thought of that, though, of getting all riled up only made him more excited instead of a little frustrated; now they could take advantage of that tension, of that excitement, spend a long, long time taking care of it, scrupulously.

Coriolanus did look cute. When their eyes met, when he saw those beautiful, wild, blue eyes he felt breathless for a moment, caught in their mesmeric snare. "So cute," he repeated, tracing his soft smile with his finger, along the pinkish lower lip, and he grinned with the tender stroke over his cheek, "I love you more." It was sappy, but now he could say it out loud, he could say it proudly, he could moan it and groan it and scream it in pleasure, it didn't have to be only whispered or whimpered or murmured, and he was too ecstatic about it.

Thoughts of how they made it here were far away from his mind. When they were called back to the Capitol he did ponder over it, and he came to some conclusions, and made peace with those. He wouldn't speak out loud of what he realized. There was no need to; now they were here and their lives together could truly begin, unimpended.

He kissed Coriolanus back, and then again, and again, took his lower lip into his mouth, sucked tenderly on it, his hand caressing over his waist, their bodies lining up flush. He was aroused already, but they didn't need to do anything right now if Coriolanus was hungry for food, because they had all day to do whatever they wanted. His hand slid up over Coriolanus' nape, over the buzzed hair, smiling, "You're so handsome, my love, but I do miss your curls, and I know you miss mine, right? I'm excited for when our hair will grow back." He was, he couldn't wait to card his fingers through Coriolanus' hair, to tug on it.

He kissed at his cheek, then at his jaw, nuzzled there happily, "Are you hungry? Want me to make you something?"

#snowalwayslandsontop

[d2sejanus--plinth]

@snowalwayslandsontop

Coming to Twelve was a smart decision, after all, a good decision. Mostly. Days blended into one another, and while he felt lighter in his heart and his step compared to being in the Capitol, it was upsetting he couldn't go forth with his plan to become a medic — even with his purposeful fumbling he still couldn't be dispensed with, as he was the best shot in the entire company. The fact left his heart feeling heavy and he figured he needed some sort of a distraction, at least. White liquor could only do so much, and he wasn't really that much of a fan of alcohol. Nights spent at the hob were more lively, but he felt a pull in his heart for something else, for closeness, for a scrap of affection.

He'd swore off that back in the Capitol, not that anyone would really want to go out with him, in fear of being bullied and persecuted themselves, but there were some people. Some people who kept him a secret, and he was fine with that, because the idea of it being out in the open was all too mortifying and complicated. Sejanus hadn't made it a secret that women weren't really the ones to his liking; he's never said it outright, but he never pretended to have a crush on any girl (not that there were many around that he could look past atrocious personalities, no matter how pretty a face). He figured his only actual friend back in the Capitol, Coriolanus, knew about it or at least suspected, but they never really talked about it straightforwardly.

Talking about liking men was one thing, but trying to conceal his long standing interest and admiration for Coriolanus was another thing. He'd never entertained it seriously, everything about that crush consisted of daydreaming now and again, and of Coriolanus showing up in his dreams at night, too. Maybe he couldn't help but lean into an embrace whenever they did embrace, as scarcely as that was. But there was nothing beyond that, nothing inappropriate. He thought he hid it relatively well. 

Getting involved with another peacekeeper was probably a very unsafe idea. Peacekeepers did mingle with the locals, and that seemed more like a safe, surer bet. He'd been approached a couple times, but they were women and he had politely rejected them. But there was this man, Harrison, who would glance at him a little too long, and as much as he was not terribly experienced, he could distinguish a gaze of wariness to one of curiosity and interest. It made him feel warm, and undoubtedly a little flattered; so, after just a shot of white liquor he thought to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, and go talk to the other man.

The encounter turned out to be quite delightful, the man cleaned up well after all that work in the mines, even as his hands seemed to be permanently stained with coal, but he was rather handsome, and Sejanus was tentatively interested. For a moment he did think of Coriolanus, when he slipped from the hob with Harrison, how he might think he's up to no good, he had made it clear that he thought Sejanus was making a little too much ruckus around here — but the thoughts cleared when Harrison boldly grabbed his hand when they were outside. 

He came back to the barracks a while later, more into the night, a little flushed and in quite good spirits. They hadn't done much beyond kissing, but he felt a bit more invigorated, having needed the touch, the attention. He wasn’t completely silent as he moved around to prepare for bed, but he tried. After quickly brushing his teeth and using the bathroom, he took off his shirt and then laid down on the mattress, thinking Coriolanus asleep in the bunk across from his, just like the others seem to be around. There was some snoring and he couldn't fall asleep just yet, taking some time to examine his feelings about the day. Taking a quick glance at Coriolanus, he smiled to himself self-deprecatingly, he knew it really was time to try to smother this crush once and for all, for Coriolanus' comfort, too. Maybe he could do it, with Harrison's help.

#snowalwayslandsontop #threads #<getting over you (or just trying to)>

[2birds1song]

* ❁  ───   closed starter. » @snowalwayslandsontop

the cold outside in the midnight air and the snow falling peacefully created the chill of the room that wrapped around her unpleasantly, goosebumps dotting her skin, arms exposed to it from the sleeveless sleep gown, a lot like the unsettling feeling that overcame the curly haired girl as lucy gray gracefully weaved her way into the last place she thought she'd end up. slipping through the bedroom door without knocking, gently closing it back and turning to let it dawn on her where she's standing at as eyes scanned over the unfamiliar territory that she was trespassing.

heart thudding in her chest, hands clutched coriolanus' mother's scarf she'd brought with her after being restless from some dreams haunting her. she had to leave it behind the day she fled, but came back full circle with it once she reluctantly ended up back here and decided to reclaim it because she hung onto it like it was the last piece of coriolanus she had before things went sour. after a lot of hating and cursing his name inside her head, anger and resentment pumping her heart, it was bewildering she'd let all of those emotions go so quick to find him in the middle of the night. who else did she have? and at one time she did lean on him when things went scaring her before he became the thing she was scared of.

in the moment of striding over to where he slept, she didn't hesitate to climb her way into his bed at the bottom of it when fear from the nightmares of being put back in those games plagued her, the bloodshed of it, the way it wasn't even just strangers– her family who'd been murdered by peacekeepers a long time ago were there and the eerie thoughts was still coursing through her mind. she curled up on her side at the very foot of the bed after it dipped from her climbing in, tossing some of the thin scarf over her shoulder and clinging to the rest of it as she rested her head on the flat of the mattress. eyes not closing, staying open in the moonlight in fear those dreams would return if she did and hoping coriolanus wouldn't wake.

#snowalwayslandsontop

[ofdrivensnow]

📞 - Livia @snowalwayslandsontop

send “📞” to receive a drunk phone call from my muse.

"Livviia, y' need to list... listen to me. All of this is jus' a lieeee." he drunkenly groaned, confessing it felt like relief even if come tomorrow morning he'll want to run from it ever happening. But right now, it felt like a BURDEN had released from the heavy weight bearing down on his chest. Smiling sloppily at the relief and the sound of whisky in the bottle he was holding sloshing at his side before expressions dropped. "All jus' a lie 'cause I need someone. Elssse. I neeed to know. I need this- this girl ... Luce Gray, to be with her again. But you're jus' in my wayy. Cause I want Lucy Grabe," So drunk he couldn't even pronounce her name right, digging his fingers into his hair and skin, heavy tears wrecking his brain apart and staining down his cheeks from bloodshot blues. "I don't even know whyy you're still beinggg here, cause- I jus' really don't like you Livia. I never have and the- only reason 'mm keeping you around. It needs to be Luce Gray, though. It's s'all I think of... really," he chuckled dryly, "Making my Luce Gray, jus' mine again. So do you understandd Livi-via? Do you? Or would you like to keep pretendd-ing you're just as worthy as Luce Grace is?" he angrily hummed before he rambled more slurred words, "Or maybe you should do your best to act more like Lu-cy Gray." @snowalwayslandsontop

#ok i made it where EITHER she knows him in a modern day verse too ?? n hes in fact /calling/ her bc they're pushed together in this universe #OR its on our canon verse and hes just drunkenly saying it directly to her so i kept it vague djknks #snowalwayslandsontop #ty for sending this!!

[d2sejanus--plinth]

@snowalwayslandsontop sent [ATTACK] Sender calms receiver down from a panic attack +reverse

Interning at the hospital was tough. It occupied most of his time, and he had expected it all to be grueling like this, but sometimes he couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed, a little swamped, couldn’t help but feel that he won’t succeed. It was one of those days, when he was feeling a bit under the weather, off-kilter as he stepped into the hallway after having found refuge in one of the closets to cry a bit — he’d attended a birth in Obstetrics that went wrong, that left only the mother alive, now in mourning. Coriolanus was even busier than he was, and yet, now and again, he would drop by at the hospital so they could have lunch, and seeing his face now, as he was approaching him in a bee line, almost had him break into a run, exhausted, tearful, agitated as he was, needing his embrace. When they hugged, Sejanus lingered, digging his chin into the dip of his shoulder, “Someone.. someone lost their baby,” it was a murmur, and he did feel Coriolanus stiffen some, but he quickly recovered. They had lunch. They went home.

Sometime in the evening, as he was sitting at his desk and Coriolanus in bed, he heard a booming, loud noise outside. Then more, and more, and more. His heart beat fiercely in his chest, the boisterous noise bringing him back to when he was a little boy, back to the war, but when he looked out the window he saw sparkles of color — fireworks. It was distasteful and tactless, for most of the people living in the Capitol were alive during the war, but he knew that some people now used the fireworks for their children’s birthdays. He blew out a sigh, his chest feeling tight, then purposefully looked at Coriolanus, sitting straight in bed, his spine against the headboard. He could pick up the way his breath harshened, becoming louder and louder into the room, his chest heaving, “Coryo? Love?” he knew what was happening in an instant, and even as his own bubbling, erupting feelings tore at his chest, his training kicked in, and he bolted to the bed, picking up Coriolanus’ trembling body with ease, stepping quickly into their walk in closet, the sound from the fireworks becoming muffled behind the closed door. 

He laid Coriolanus down gently, leaning in to press his forehead against his, his hands caressing down his arms with intent, “Hey, hey. You’re with me,” he berated himself in his head, he should have pushed to talk maybe, after he’d felt Coriolanus stiffen in his arms at what he’d told him at the hospital, now it seems there was a cocktail of things that rendered him like this, “Breathe. Breathe in deep. You’re okay,” his hand settled on his chest, hopefully a grounding touch, and it cut at him, at his heart, to see Coriolanus like this, beads of perspiration on his forehead, “You’re not in danger.” The fireworks were getting quieter and quieter, almost impossible to hear now, the rushing blood in his ears helped with that, too, he was agitated himself, but he never let any of that show, not now, cupping Coriolanus’ face with gentleness but not delicately, so he could feel it over his tempestuous emotions, over possible numbness; he looked into his eyes, they looked fearful, “Look at me. You’re safe. Tell me what you need,”

#snowalwayslandsontop #<you're safe>

[ofdrivensnow]

[zip] - Sender helps receiver unzip their dress. From Livia @snowalwayslandsontop (because you know this would be awful and awkward. 😄)

meme tag. || always accepting. || @snowalwayslandsontop

This made him feel suffocated, hands dropping from what he was doing and turning to look at Livia asking help with her dress. Annoyance etching across his features and then with a disgruntled sigh, he steps forward and awkwardly shoves her hair away without wanting to. Index finger and thumb find the zipper then he pauses, wondering- overthinking it if he was supposed to unzip it fast or slow. Eventually he decides on fast, quickly tugging it down before stepping to the side to sit in a nearby desk chair to hide the awkwardness his being was taken over with. The discomfort and oddness he felt. "Anymore requests? Or are you done interrupting me."

#// LOL. it was in fact awk and awful #omggg #snowalwayslandsontop

[songbirdreaped]

“ i want you to marry me. “ @snowalwayslandsontop

@snowalwayslandsontop

lucy gray glanced up from where she sat, eyes widening for just a moment before composing herself. ❝ what was that, darlin' ? ❞ she'd heard him good and well, but she was in a slight state of shock. it felt too soon to her, too rushed. yet, lucy gray wasn't sure she'd love anybody the way she did coriolanus. what they had was different from what she'd had with billy taupe. it felt more real. she knew she didn't have to worry about him two-timing her with anybody. he'd already proven his devotion to her. at least, in her eyes he had.

#¸·¯ ✩ writings ⋮take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. #@snowalwayslandsontop

[musingmemories]

[ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊 - 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ] @snowalwayslandsontop sent: ❝ who are you? ❞ from Coriolanus to Lucy Gray.

Words. Lucy Gray had mastered the art of stringing them together through melody, used them for storytelling, and expressing herself. Somehow bringing out glimpses of the deepest, most raw and vulnerable parts of her were easiest to convey in the form of song— as though through it all of her feelings made the most sense, vocalized emotion backing the sheer sincerity of it word for word, a rollercoaster of emotion in its ups and downs, crescendos and fortes. Coriolanus had a way of making her feel everything all at once— rushed her emotions to the very tip of her tongue crashing them together and making both her brain and body become electrified.

But oh how these violent delights have violent ends. Ill-fated lovers. Star-crossed, one might say, the start of their story doomed to end even before it began. A tribute. A mentor. The Hunger Games... and the aftermath that followed. As though fate were giving her a do-over, Coriolanus had found her again… and she wasn’t quite sure what his game was by murmuring the words that shocked her to the core.

‘Who. Are. You?’

It was in the way those crystal-colored eyes of his searched her features— clear and brilliant as the sky, so vibrant and full of light. Like the day she’d met him. Was it possible, truly possible, he’d forgotten all that had transpired between them? Oh she hated how the radiance of hope burned in her chest with the thought.

Perfectly masked behind a coy smile, ever the performer, Lucy Gray dared dance along the new unknown. “Hm… now there’s a question that could have a million answers, sweetheart. I daresay you’ve got me stumped puttin’ me on the spot~” The breeziness of her twang was a melodious hum that conveyed the thoughtfulness brought on by Coriolanus’ question. She’d had many during her lifetime, most recently of late victor and rebel.

And now with a clean slate… exactly what this opportunity had given her it begged the question: dare she squander it? “An artist, a singer, a dreamer to name a few.” Or she used to be the latter… not so much anymore. The stars had stopped listening to her wishes. “But you can call me Lucy Gray.”

#( it’s a mystery sweetheart just like me ; lucy gray baird ) #( you saw the ideal me & yes that’s the real me / lucy gray x coriolanus )