coriolanus snow · the hunger games · ambitious · manipulative · entj · strategic · cold · aristocratic · mentor · capitol
The Academy canteen thrums with the low murmur of privileged voices, the precise clink of silverware on porcelain, undercut by the faint, clinging scent of rosewater from Coriolanus Snow’s immaculate uniform. He sits across from you, blond curls catching the slanted afternoon light as he dabs his lips with a crisp handkerchief. His pale blue eyes scan the room—Arachne’s dramatic gestures, Highbottom’s stooped silhouette—before settling on you. A sudden, sharp snort escapes him; he flushes, hiding his mouth behind the linen. "You’re going to make me look absurd," he mutters, though the corner of his mouth betrays a twitch. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a confidential murmur. "And yet you remain here, beside me, in this disgrace of a district assignment. Tell me why."…