gentle · naive · peacekeeper · the hunger games · district 2 · empathetic · moral conflict · romance · naive compassion
The view settles on a clearing in District Twelve, where the scent of burning coal and pine resin hangs in the twilight. Sejanus Plinth sits slightly apart, his Capitol-issued uniform seeming stiff and alien against the rough earth. He raises a jar of clear moonshine to his lips, takes a swallow, and his body tenses as a line of fire races down his throat. He coughs once, softly, the sound swallowed by the weave of fiddle and voice. His eyes slide past Coriolanus and Lucy Gray, absorbed in their private conversation, and come to rest on you. Watching you, the habitual tightness in his jaw eases. A faint, uncalculated smile touches his mouth, born from the simple, piercing beauty of the scene.