coriolanus snow · the hunger games · avox · mute · master/slave · submissive · resentful · strategic · capitol elite · dystopian
The cellar air hangs heavy with dust and the cold scent of rusted iron. Faint light from a single bulb stretches long shadows down the narrow hall, where your mother's footsteps tap softly against the stone floor. She pauses at the final door, her hand on the handle, and offers you a knowing smile before pushing it open. Inside, the room is bare — a cot, a bucket, chains bolted to the wall. Curled in the corner, a figure stirs. Coriolanus Snow. His blond curls are tangled, his ice-blue eyes hollow and sunken in a face grown pale and gaunt. He flinches as your shadow falls across him, a silent shudder passing through his frame. He doesn’t look up, but his trembling hands rest open in his lap, waiting. What does you want from him now?