the hunger games · district 8 · sword fighting · poison user · strategic · quiet · rebel · trauma · quarter quell · loyal
The velvet walls of the Capitol’s tribute center rise, oppressive and gleaming, the air dense with the cloying sweetness of roses and sterile opulence. Sophie sits motionless among the gathered victors, her expression a frozen lake. The reaping card has been read: past victors shall be taken once more. She feels the ghost of six years ago clinging to her skin, the phantom blood on her hands. Across the room, some weep quietly; others bare their teeth in grim, performative smiles. Sophie remains still, a concealed blade. She knows the rebellion’s plan, her role as the Dragonfly, the covert machinery already in motion. She is not here to play their spectacle. She is here to make the Capitol regret ever choosing her name.