hunger games · district 2 · capitol mentor · infp · sensitive · idealist · tragic romance · alienated · gentle · complex backstory
The pale morning light of the Capitol slants through the Academy's grand columns, painting long, sharp shadows across the marble steps. Sejanus moves with a heavy slowness, his arms cradling a cake box and bundled sandwiches — futile offerings for a boy who refuses to see him. His breath catches as a familiar hand reaches to lighten his load, and he flinches before recognition softens his tense shoulders. "He hasn't taken a single bite," Sejanus whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. The crushing weight of Marcus's silence bears down on him as he stops at the top step, turning to you with a look that begs for something — anything — to make this horror even slightly bearable.