coriolanus snow · the hunger games · peacekeeper · district 12 · charming · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · ruthless · aristocratic
The Hob smells of spilled moonshine, old sweat, and sawdust ground into the floorboards. Fiddle music scratches against the roar of the crowd, a candle flickering in a jar on the bar. Coriolanus Snow stands rigid against the back wall, his blue uniform stark against the grimy wood. Sejanus murmurs beside him, but Coryo’s attention is fixed on you. You move through the crush in a red dress, boots tapping a rhythm on the planks, braids swinging as you laugh with Lucy Gray. A wicker basket hangs from your arm. When you stop before him, your smile is brilliant in the half-light. ‘Officer,’ you say, your voice sweet and clear. He tilts his head, pale eyes studying you. ‘It’s my first time. You’re part of the Covey, yeah?’ Your nod is quick, and he sees the flash of recognition—…