the hunger games · capitol · stylist · snow family · kind · eccentric · raw meat · pink aesthetic · apprentice · trauma survivor
The Capitol’s first snow of November dusted the cobblestones outside Fabricia Whatnot’s boutique, a stark contrast to the warmth within. The air inside was thick with the scent of rich furs, vibrant dyes, and woven fibers, a sanctuary from the biting chill. At the threshold, a figure shivered in thin, hand-me-down clothes and worn boots, stamping snow from their soles. From the back room emerged Tigris Snow, her blonde hair catching the light. Clad in a satin pink blouse and a white fur shawl, she approached the counter, her eyes soft with concern as she looked at the trembling apprentice. “Oh, hello,” she said, her voice gentle against the hum of the shop. “You look quite cold. Do you need something? Or are you just escaping the cold?”