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[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh. " she looked over his shoulder, her long and gold tipped lashes blinking heavily she could feel the long, deep scar in her back like alwau

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

*like always, the worlds mark of her crimes against humanity. "How are you so strong?" She whispered weakly, looking up into his startling gray eyes

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

:)

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

A sad smile ghosted upon her gentle features as she looked up to him, her fingers against his cheeks, cold and shaking against his warmth. Sometimes cold but always shaking. Always since the games. "Perhaps you lie for my better any or your own motives....but either way, I'd prefer you tell the truth" she whispered.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She paused and looked down before pressing her hands against the sides of his strong neck. "I'm sorry Haymitch. That I'm not strong." She swallowed and sighed shakily up at him. "Some can handle it. I just..can't"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her eyes widened, and she immediately jumped up from him, leaving their scents mingling, their colognes and hormones still together as her hair swayed. Her cold exterior washed back over and she turned to the escort, smoothing her pants. "He won't get dressed. I tried" she said emotionless and stern, walking from the room down the hall to the bathroom, the door still open as she leaned into the mirror, running her hands through her hair and mouthing the words. "I love?"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Yeah. Fine " she dismissed with a wave of her hand, glancing at him in the mirror. It seemed so strange to her. That he loved flirting with everything and everyone but her

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miears moved to the back of the train, the glass caboose, for the best view, leaning against the rail and sitting on the plush semicircle couch that was built into the wall perfectly. She watched the fields, the grain bending in waves like there was a tide, shivering slightly and pulling her thin cardigan tighter about herself. It was cold and rainy. The people of eleven all turned to watch the train, their eyes hard and angered.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She could see him out of the corner of her eye perfectly, her awareness always on alert, her vision perfect. "Why don't you look?" She whispered, her brow furrowing as she still watched the people. Hundreds and hundreds of angry eyes. Judge mental eyes. "Why did you kill him?" "How is the victor so weak?" They would say.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"They yelled at me. Cursed. Threw things" she chewed on her lip and tried to pull away but he wouldn't let her. "They said 'You are nothing. You are weak. Why would you kill my son? He did not hurt you. How can you be a victor?" Tears raced down her cheeks through her blush, and she closed her eyes so not to see the look on his face.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She held onto his powerful biceps,burying her head against his chest as she slowly calmed herself and sat up, her eyes soft and shining as she wiped away the tears. "I'm glad you won" she whispered, sighing softly, an exhalation if mint.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She but her lip in thought and leaned her face in his neck, breathing coolly and softly. "I don't know"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her breath against his neck caught slightly, and she stiffened against him with a sigh. "Are you being sincere? Or do you just want to get laid" she whispered breathlessly into his neck, her hands still on his arms.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She closed her eyes and loosened her grip on his arms as she swallowed. What if he saw the scar...asked her about it...what if this was all he wanted. "I don't take well to being called what you use on cheap whores" she spat as she sat up.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her mood, like an average woman's, did not improve. "And why won't you?" She asked as her brows furrowed, her fingers holding onto the slick lapels of his suit jacket, a pout on her rosy lips.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She paused and gasped, sitting with her eyes wide before him. Then she pressed her lips against his, taking his shirt collar and pulling him close before leaning back, their foreheads pressed together. "I do though"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"You'd better be" she sighed, calming down as her head rested against his neck, moaning quietly to get comfortable, squirming in his lap before letting out a breath.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She held no reaction, save a barely noticeable smirk, standing and looking past him out the window, the dark sadness returning as she fixed her gold and leafy circlet. "We are close"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She nodded slowly, taking his hands and pulling him up with ease, running her hands through his hair softly as she frowned slightly before she stopped. "There. Much better"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She turned to leave ahead of him, feeling the train stop, yet pause, turning to him. "Haymitch. Don't worry. You have what I don't. Charm. Sexiness. People from every district were donating to send you packages" she whispered quietly, avoiding his eyes as she fixed his collar.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Miara turned, giving the woman an icy once over before her thick heeled ankle boots clunked on the floor out of the room to the doors, which slid open. She stepped off the train, letting the calm wind if the serene and silent district wash over her, before being rushed by Capitol press, mostly trying to get to train as she fought to escape the crowd.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

The large district Capitol doors closed, leaving her on the steps, her eyes wide as cameras pressed into her face and questions spouted off at her, until she finally pressed the doors open a tumbled in with a huff, her hair circlet clanging across the floor

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She pushed herself up, her lips a thin and angry line as she picked up he circlet, placing it in her hair and fixing her cardigan, her jaw set visibly as she glared at the woman. Hideous. "If you want to fuck him Lottie, just say it," she spat, not looking at either of them as she walked past.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"I don't. She's just a mindless and obscene Capitol rat" she spat, her eyes dark with hate as her thick heels echoed around in the stone Capitol, deadened slightly by the woven tapestries, not knowing where she was going but always walking.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She couldn't help but melt at his touch and his charm, slowing as she smirked mischievously. "I'm jealous" she said in a bemused way, holding onto the hand that was draped off her shoulder.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She fake pouted, interlacing their fingers as they walked through the immense, empty building. "Prove it" she challenged, with a bite of her lip.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She groaned, leaning against the wall and laying her head back as she tried to calm down. She was so pathetic. Felling for his simple moves she'd seen him use on dozens of girls. Yet she gathered herself and made her way to the side of the stage, staying for most of the tenure of his speech before slipping away. Not that anyone noticed. Stealth got her through the games. She made her way to the attic, which was a rather grand room in itself, filled with trunks and gold silk couches, yet vacant.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sat on one of the couches, looking out the small window into the sky, which steadily grew dark with churning clouds overhead. Where was he? He should be here by now. She sat until she slowly fell asleep, laid across one of the couches.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She woke up at the noise, sitting up slowly and sighing, pushing her long waves out of her face. She yawned softly and looked up to him, a natural and sleepy pout on her face.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

((I love these two ^^ so sad she dies))

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"I could've gone back on my own," she pouted, leaning slightly against his side. She sighed quietly as she played with his hair. "Of course they couldn't"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Nooo!" She moaned, struggling until he set her down and she pouted heavily. "Why can't you be any fun, Abernathy?" She snapped with a glare

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"You know you've wanted to since my reaping. Since you first really saw me" her fingers found purchase in the collar of his shirt. "And I'd be lying if I said anything else"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her shoulders dropped and she relaxed, trying to hide her disappointment as she nodded slowly. "Alright," she sighed, turning hesitantly and leaving the room ahead of him.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She studied the ground as they boarded the train, already out of her shoes as she walked into her room, letting the door slide shut and falling into bed.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sighed, ignoring his words until she woke with a start in the middle of the night, sitting bolt upright on bed. She gasped for breath as she calmed herself, leaving her room in a sweater and panties, sitting in rocking caboose and watching the rains futile fight to beat its way through the window.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She sat staring out at the vast and empty hills bathes in moonlight for god knows how long, her hair braided messily over her shoulder. The sound of glass breaking made her jump to her bare feet, darting to her room and holding her knife as she pushed the door to the bar room aside. Yet when the moon shone upon the boy with his hair pushes back, leaned against the wall, she sighed and set her knife down. "Haymitch?" She called.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She shook her head, shuffling her feet across the floor to avoid the broken glass, unflinching when the bottle smashed. She took his face firmly in her hands, her thumbs stroking his stubbled, rough and sweaty cheeks, making him look up into her eyes. "Hush." She pressed the side of his face against her chest and held him there for a long while, hoping the slow pulsing would help.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Don't be. Just hush. Please Haymitch" she whispered, fixing his hair gently as the door slid shut, leaving them in total darkness.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She pressed her lips to his cheek, her bare legs and nearly bare butt against his pajamas, goosebumps lining them as she leaned into him, humming softly

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She clung to him slightly, not wanting to be dropped by the drunken man. In this moment, serious and sullen, he was no longer a boy. And fear slightly welled up in her as she whined slightly. "Haymitch?" She whispered, knowing what he wanted, praying he'd be gentle. But from what she'd heard.... She doubted it.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She chastely kissed him with closed lips, a kiss worthy of nineteenth century English high society. "I'd take it anyways" she whispered, her arms loose around his neck

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She giggled and scrunched up her nose, letting him set her in bed. She sat up on one arm, unbraiding her hair so it blew in even waves. "Hurry up drunkard"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She stood slowly and walked to the door, pressing it open but leaning against the door frame, her legs crisis crossed. She but her lip as she watched him. "Always had a six pack?" She asked, her voice quiet and dreamy.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She raised her brows with a doubtful smirk and slight chuckle, looking down as her hair hung in her face, sweat from the humid bathroom clinging to her bare legs. "I don't ever recall that"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She gave a nervous smile, yet approached him and leaned against the glass, her face inches from his, her eyes never straying. "Since you banged my best friend" she smirked, watching his face. "Two years before the games"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She paused in her thought before swallowing, clearing her throat and jumping as the door closed, glancing behind her. "Your offer is tempting. " she smirked

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Her fingers reached the hem of her shirt before she stopped and hesitated. The scar. He would see it. And ask about it. "I-I don't know..." She whispered suddenly.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

She swallowed, her eyes anxious and worried as she pulled her shirt off, letting it fall before gathering her locks over one shoulder, wriggling her hips out of her lacy silk panties and unhooking her bra, shooting him one last look before letting it hit the floor and stepping into the steaming shower, her back against the wall.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Yes?" She asked when he pulled away from the kiss, her eyes still open and looking up at him warily as she breathed heavily. She knew it was ridiculous of her, but last time she had done something like this, it had ended her a nine inch long, four inch deep scar down her pale back.