I’ll let you take care of her when the time comes, deal?
Yeah okay fair enough.
Don’t worry, I’m not playing the little teenage romance again. It’s not my style.
But yeah. I guess we’ll have to see at training.
Calm down. I didn’t say we were taking her okay, I was proposing. I would never promise anything without talking to you guys first.
She’s from District 9. Now I know that she wasn’t trained like us and everything, but we could at least look at it.
I assume it’s worth looking at. She? Whatever as long as you don’t try that glimmer strategy again. If she can keep up with us and isn’t afraid to kill.. well we’ll see at training.
We’re just talking. I was going to tell you, don’t worry.
I just thought that since Glimmer was gone, we could use someone else.
Sure sure. If you say so.
What district are they from?
What if that one place had been the difference between Victor and second?
True.. very true.
I do believe I got further than you last games, and I did have allies, they just got themselves killed in the bloodbath.
By what? One place. Pish that’s nothing.
Might be a good idea. I mean if you want to get farther in the next games.
Cato’s face grew serious as Clove expressed how she felt about seeing his death, which didn’t surprised him one bit. If he could, he would erase the memory of her dead body in his arms too, so he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to watch it. “Don’t worry,” he said, replacing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to watch it. I won’t let them show it to you, okay? I promise.”
He let his hand linger a bit longer on her cheek, liking the way her soft skin felt on his rough one. Unfortunately, his stupid comment from earlier got her whole attitude to change in heartbeat. Cato laughed as he watched her get upset about it, unaware that she was pretty cute when she was angry. “Yes they are,” he protested, still laughing, as he grabbed one of her hands and place in on his, palm to palm, so that he could show her to difference between them. His fingers were almost an inch and a half longer than hers, and that was without mentionning the size of them. “See? Baby hands.”
He gave her the most cocky yet most childish smile he could find and watched as she turned around, refusing to speak to him. He raised an eyebrow, quite amused at her also very child-like attitude. “Time out?” he said, but he was shushed by a sixteen(?) years old baby. “Seriously?”
Cato started at the back of her head for a whole minute, silent. He knew she was only being silly, but it got him to thinking. He could only recall one time where Clove had really been angry at him, and even though he couldn’t explain why at the time, he remembered spending two days without knowing how to deal with himself. It had been a couple months before the reaping, when Clove and him had grown closer and he saw her nearly everyday, not imagining what it would be like if she wasn’t there. He knew why she had been angry too now, he realized. One of his friends had made a quite rude comment about a girl, her being so unimportant he couldn’t even remember her name. But he knew what had happened with her and how his friend had talked about it, while Clove was near enough to hear. When it happened he thought she was mad because of the way his friend was talking about girls in general, and how Cato hadn’t said anything to contradict him. The story seemed different now that things had changed between them.
He didn’t like when she was angry at him.
“Hey,” he whispered, getting his face closer to her neck. She didn’t bulge, which started to annoy him, so he brought his body closer as well, hoping that she would turn around. “Is time out over?” he asked.
She still didn’t say anything. She was obviously enjoying making him suffer, and although that was somewhat amusing, he decided to turn things around. Cato always prefered to be in control of the situation. His hands met her hips long enough for him to turn her around, forcing her to look at him. She looked stunned as he smirked at her, knowing that she hadn’t been expecting him to do that. She was in for a big surprise.
“Don’t do that,” he said, gently placing his forehead on hers. “You’re here now. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”
He had said that firmly, a statement that left no room for discussion. A quick glance at her lips and he knew he had to do it so she would understand. That’s when he brought his face even closer and brought his lips to hers, giving her a quick yet meaningful kiss that he had longed for ever since that very first one in the forest. He hoped now she understood.
“Good.” She nodded and smiled a bit. She knew they would probably make all the tributes watch it at some point. Clove decided she would just be suddenly sick that day or something.
Clove was going to be stubborn about this whole thing. She really didn’t care how childish she seemed, she wanted him to respect her and well not call her hands tiny. She knew he was going to give in sooner or later as long as she waited it out. Maybe she would even get another sorry out of him. Three in one day that would be a new record. She felt his breath on her neck as he spoke and gulped. Ignore it Clove, she said to herself. Just ignore it. So she did, barely, and bit her lip staring at the wall. A few minutes passed and she started to feel his arms creep up around her waist. “Hey no- ” She blinked because all of a sudden she wasn’t staring at the wall anymore, nope she now had a much better view of those icy blue orbs. “Time out isn’t over.” She shook her head and was about to turn back around when he pulled her closer and rested his forehead on hers. She didn’t say anything. Just stayed silent doing what Clove did best, not showing her emotions. But then something odd happened she actually did show something. Slowly but surely a small smile crept onto her face, not a smirk, no this was definitely a smile. She nodded. “I trust you..”
Clove spoke almost at a whisper and after she said it she has no clue why she did. Of course everything was telling her to trust him but on the same side everything was telling her not too. This was the guy who was trained to kill. Would he have stabbed her in the back during the games if it had come down to that? She hoped not and doubted it. But Marvel? His closest ally? Probably. She gulped not wanting to think about it because on the same hand she was trained to kill too. She just hoped this wasn’t some act to get her week before the games. Clove was a good competitor and she knew it, so maybe that was his strategy here.
For now she would just have to trust him, she already had said she would die so he could be victor so that cancelled out the threat thing right? Unless he didn’t believe her. Cloves whole train of thought was interrupted however by something completely unexpected. She blinked up at him slightly wide eyed after he kissed her not sure what to say. Of course she liked him, of course she wanted to be with him. Admitting that though made her seem weak and dependent on him. Those were both two things Clove definitely was not and she didn’t want all of Panem to see her that way.
She did that nervous lip bite thing again, staying silent for a few moments before finally sighing and nodding. “I like you too.”