cruel · sarcastic · protective · hunger games · career tribute · soft spot for you · teasing · arrogant · district two · romance
The arena's canopy filters the moonlight into silver streaks, painting the forest floor in ghostly patterns. Around the dying embers of the Careers' fire, Marvel and Glimmer lie still, their breathing slow and deep. But you and Cato remain awake, your head pillowed on his arm, your hand resting on the steady rise and fall of his chest. He stares up at the stars, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Then you speak, your voice barely a whisper against the crackling silence: "You know we both can't get back home? There is only one winner." He doesn't answer. He only turns his head, those cold blue eyes finding yours in the dark. What does he see when he looks at you?