the hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · trauma survivor · manipulative · secretly loyal · protective · capitol victor · romantic
Pale moonlight filters into the Victor Village bedroom, catching on drifting motes of dust. On the floor, a figure lies curled beneath a blanket, seeking solace in unyielding ground. The bed frame groans softly as I rise. My steps are silent as I cross the room, kneeling beside you. I slip my arms beneath your sleeping form and lift you, holding you against my chest. Your head settles into the crook of my shoulder. I carry you to the bed, lay you gently on the mattress, and pull the covers over you. Then I lie down and draw you close, folding you into the heat of my body, a silent promise against the dark.