The Lone Wolf

Fell Vasile District 2 | Mentor Victor of the 58th Hunger Games I IMAGINE DEATH SO MUCH IT FEELS MORE LIKE A MEMORY.

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linconway·:

Perhaps his disregard for the copious sponsors kept him coming to the training center during the Hunger Games. The underground gymnasium and additional facilities were substantially less occupied during that time period because there was no tribute training. It meant most prying eyes would be glued to the nearest television screen, leaving the training center as a safe haven he could utilize. Each year he did just that to clear his head and avoid the incessant Capitol citizens whom all had something to say.

“Four’s Academy had a saying like that.” He agreed. “Except it was always about becoming a man and bringing glory to yourself, your family, and the district.” Lincoln bought into all that propaganda growing up. District Four’s Academy fashioned him into a Games contender and victor, as a result, but the young man lost plenty with that foolish sacrifice. “Yeah, that’d be cool. I haven’t trained much with hand-to-hand in a few years.” 

“Doesn’t sound too far from Two.” Glory and pride were pushed hard in District Two. The Games could make a person if they won, put them on a pedestal and admired for years and years to come. Even the dead were honored in a way, admired for their fight depending on how they died. But they were soon forgotten; after all, history tended to be written by the Victors, after all.

Fell nodded toward the open space in front of him, a silent invitation for Lincoln to step up. “I’ll show you how to do that take down. I’m not gonna knock you on your ass, but I’ll show you what I did. So go ahead and come at me, I’ll walk you through it.” Besides, he wasn’t sure how Thalia would have taken it if he had kicked Lincoln around the mat a few too many times. 

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valor-hawthorne·:

Valor watched him bump his fist and as soon as contact was made, Valor kept his hands up and ready to go. He smirked and shook his head, moving a little around him in a slow, but smooth walk. Get his feet moving so he wouldn’t have time to plant them. 

“I’m amused that you think that having a toddler is a detriment in this situation,” he said as he stopped and immediately went straight for a kick to his chest.

Fell had moved slowly with Valor, keeping him in his gaze. Even though they carried their conversation, Fell’s focus was still on the fight, knowing not to let his guard down in a casual conversation with the other Victor. “Never said having a kid was a bad thing.”

Valor had stopped immediately, Fell drawing in a slow breath just as he had moved to kick at his chest. Fell pivoted his torso, using his arm to take the brunt of the kick instead of having the wind get knocked out of him. He then moved to swing a heavy fist toward Valor’s chest in a quick counter.

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valor-hawthorne·:

Fell’s confident quip made Valor’s brow raise as he stepped onto the mat while flexing his hands and wrists and then shaking his arms out. He laughed with a small ‘ooo’ sound as he approached him in the center of the mat.

“Cocky already, Fell?” Valor teased him. “It’s been a long year. You’d be surprised how quick you find your agility with a three-year-old running around.” 

It was as if to remind him, I’m faster than you. While Valor’s strength wasn’t at the same standard as Fell’s was, he was quicker and he knew the pressure points and the moves to take out an opponent. It helped him in matches and it helped him get the nomination as a tribute thirty years ago this year. It was still a rather crazy thought that it had already been thirty years since he emerged victorious. 

“Besides,” he said, holding his fist out for him to bump whenever he was ready to fight. “I’ll bruise you up enough where the pampering you’ll get from Thalia will be a just reward.” 

“Finding it hard to keep up with a toddler?” The slight upturn of his lips in a smirk was a hint he was just teasing the other mentor. He did have respect for Valor; there was a reason One had a Victor as a Trainer. Just as Two had Ares, they both were skilled in combat and had experience in the Arena. They knew how to fight, knew the struggle to survive and that was never lost on Fell when it came to the other Victors.

Of course he recalled Valor was fast. Fell was quick, but not as agile and precise as Valor. He relied on strength and power when speed didn’t serve him as well. He lifted his hand to bump Valor’s fist, letting him know he was ready for the fight. 

An amused huff escaped him at that jab. It was no longer a secret that he and Thalia had been together, especially after the ordeal with the Peacekeepers the year prior. Fell still felt some of the repercussions of that day, but he tried not to let it get to him too terribly. “Let’s see what a year’s done to you, Hawthorne.”

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linconway·:

Lincoln bounded for the gymnasium all too soon after the training period began. He exhaled in relief upon entering the doors to his safe haven. The training center was already crowded with tributes, trainers, peacekeepers, and sponsors, the latter of which he wholeheartedly attempted to avoid. To complete this goal, the young victor weaved between various training stations, stopping occasionally to pick up a new tip to share with Four’s tributes later. Perhaps this would finally be the year he brought one home.

It hadn’t taken long for Lincoln to find Fell Vasile pounding a trainer into the mat. He chuckled lightly to himself and watched the scene, unsurprised that Fell bested the trainer opposite him. “Maybe, but I’d hate to go down like that guy.” He smiled gently and nodded toward the fallen trainer. “Something tells me it’d end up on the next cover of Sponsors Weekly.” Lincoln believed the magazine to be more of a nuisance than anything.

Fell avoided talking to Sponsors unless he absolutely had to. He hated the conversations, how arrogant and self centered they all were. How he had to talk them up for any of his Tributes to have some sort of ground in the Arena. The amount of Peacekeepers around him wasn’t lost on him, either, the uniforms seemingly always in his peripheral. Constantly reminding him to be on his best behavior, even through the insufferable conversations. He could even tell they were tense in that sparring match with the Trainer.

“A take down or two helps build character,” he quipped, “or that’s what the trainers at the Academy say, anyway.” He let out a small scoff, looking back at the Trainer as he finally started to collect himself and get up off the mat. “Only thing I bruised was his pride... maybe his rib cage, too.” Fell took a couple of steps back toward the middle of the mat, “Could teach you how I did that, if you want.” He needed something to do; hopefully Ares was with the kids from Two and making good use of the Training time.

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thaliaohayon·:

She let out a small sigh of relief, happy that he was okay to go on a walk with her. It was always something she looked forward to with him. It was how they started off as friends and she was sure they were going to continue this little tradition for as long as they could. Thalia smiled at the kiss, always savouring the ones he gave her so she could remember them when he had to go back to Two. 

Thalia moved to kiss his wrist while he rubbed her cheek, stealing what she could too. She let his explanation go for now, waiting to return to it when they were away from the Training Centre. She nodded, following Fell out of the Training Centre. Once they were in the elevator up to the main floor, she wrapped her hand in his and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

“You owe me a better explanation than I have nothing to worry about,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to tell me everything, but if you got so distracted there’s got to be something weighing on you.”

Fell immediately took her hand up in his, dropping his head at the kiss to his cheek. He knew he owed her something better than ‘don’t worry about it’. Not talking was only going to make her worry more, and there was really no reason for him to keep his walls up around her. And he did have a lot going on in his head, between what was going on with Ares and dealing with all the Peacekeepers around. But he promised Ares he wouldn’t tell anyone about what he was going through; it was up to him how he wanted to cope with his own demons.

“I thought it wouldn’t have been as big of a deal having the Peacekeepers watching me,” he explained, glancing over at Thalia, “thought that I’d be able to handle it, but knowing there’s always eyes around, that people are always there to report to Snow-- it’s suffocating.”

He traced his thumb over the back of Thalia’s hand, his other hand smoothing his hair back from his face. “It’ll probably die down by next year, but I feel like I can’t even train my own Tributes without them stepping in or thinking I’m going to snap at any given second. Or if they try to hurt you again...” He couldn’t promise keeping his composure if anything happened to Thalia. “I’m not used to watching myself, bring careful about my next move. I didn’t have anything to lose then, but now I do...”

[gallixie]

you want to say you love her, but the words feel too sharp, too much like broken glass between your teeth. there is too much about you that is broken, and you’re afraid to cut her with all your sharp, all your hurt.

you don’t want to hurt her, but hurt is all you’re good at and you want to tell her you love her but the words cut your tongue. it hurts. 

— love tastes too much like blood  // p.s.

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thaliaohayon·:

It was a relief that Fell was okay. There was no reason for Thalia to think that he wouldn’t be okay, but there were times when she would get those flashbacks to the confrontation they had with that Capitolite and the Peacekeepers last year. What if he got into trouble without her around and she wouldn’t be able to do anything?

“It’s okay. I might just worry about you no matter what, even though I know you can handle yourself,” she admitted, her arms wrapped around her waist. “But, I wouldn’t mind the walk that you promised me for tonight,” she said with a small smile. 

Thalia couldn’t shake the feeling that Fell had more going on in his head than he was letting on. She stood by the entrance to the sparring mats, a look of slight worry on her face. “What’s going on in there?” she asked, pointing her finger at his temple. 

His expression softened and he offered a small smile back. “We can go on that walk,” he murmured, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss from her lips. There was still a twinge of guilt for missing the time he had told her they would go, but at least he could still take her before turning in for the night. 

The idea of having to go out later in the day, when there were less Peacekeepers around, had Fell uneasy. Not that he was much concerned about what they would do to him, but more about what they would do to Thalia. That they were constantly watching him, waiting for him to slip so they had a reason to punish him. It was heavily implied at the Victory Ball that they knew about him and Thalia, that she meant something to him. And if they intended to hurt her in order to punish him, Fell would never forgive himself. 

She spoke again, breaking through his train of thought. His smile grew a little wider, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair back from her face. “Nothing you need to worry about,” he replied, thumb gently stroking her cheek before he stepped back to grab the towel and sweater he had left on the mat. He glanced toward the exit of the Training center, noting the Peacekeeper shifting slightly near the door. He frowned, shrugging on the sweater before looking back at Thalia, “Shall we?”

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gxrlsbiteback·:

“not much. he seems pretty damn determined to keep it all to himself which…worries me,” enobaria admitted, running a hand through her hair. “and i’m sure the stress of the new quell thing isn’t helping. it’s certainly not helping me.” she hated quells. with no way to prepare, the career tributes were left just as much at the mercy of the gamemakers as the other tributes, which made enobaria uneasy.

“any thoughts on what they’re going to throw at us?”

It worried Fell, too, which was why he had been trying to keep Ares from drinking himself into an early grave at the Victory Ball. But it only resulted in Ares having a panic attack when Peacekeepers had stepped in. Anytime Fell tried to help, it only seemed to escalate the situation. On top of all that, Snow had made an announcement that the Quells would be more frequent, every ten years instead of every twenty-five.

“I have no idea,” he murmured, “can’t be anything good if Snow’s keen on having the new Quells start next year. Someone must have pissed him off.”

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leta-carnahan·:

“He wasn’t in his room when I got in at dawn, or down training.” She’d woken extra early in the hopes of catching him before her official duties began. Sleep these days was often snatched in small batches of no more than three hours. She woke at every little sound certain that was the moment she’d hear her fellow soldiers banging at the door. Or worse even, that she would get the news something had happened to Ares. 

She knew Fell, of course. Having grown up in the victor’s village she’d known all her neighbors, but she’d been sequestered away for much of her childhood. If she was visiting one of them it was only in companionship to their mother, or tagging behind Seraphina. “I wouldn’t put it past him to be avoiding me though. He thinks I’m my mother’s pawn.”

Fell was lucky to get a few straight hours of sleep at night. And he had been up early that morning, so he would have heard Ares head out, unless he had not been up on Two’s floor that night. Or he had just been quiet enough. Ares had promised to stay sober for training, so he hoped to see him around the center at some point that day. “Might be in the locker room or something,” he murmured.

His gaze turned back toward Leta and he let out a small hum. “Probably why he’s been avoiding me, too. But I also haven’t been one of his favorites lately, either.” Eladora had visited Fell often after he had won his Games, especially after having lost his parents and sister. Ares had told him that his mother loved Fell more than she loved Ares and that had been the defining wedge in whatever friendship they had. If Fell could even call it that. Ares had resentment toward Fell for it, and Fell couldn’t really blame him.

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valor-hawthorne·:

Valor had given Iunia over to one of the girls to deal with for a while. At that point, he wandered and watched other tributes and mentors, making mental notes to follow up with these individuals or do research of his own. Not that he wanted Iunia to win at this rate, but he had to pretend he did. 

Eventually, Valor heard the beat down happening and he had a reminiscent memory of the year prior as this same scenario unfolded. He smirked a little, leaning against one of the built-in weapon racks as he watched Fell with the trainer and knocking him flat again. They had to stop their fight from year previous as it was getting a little too intense, but he wondered what would happen if they didn’t. 

Fell offered one of the tributes that was standing by and watching with awe a chance to try it out and they vehemently shook their head and stuttered in front of Fell. Valor rolled his eyes. 

“How about a rematch, Vasile?” Valor called up to him with a slight grin.

The kid had been watching Fell fight for a while, so he figured he would have offered, maybe given the kid a tip or two before being tossed to the mat. But the kid shook their head and nervously walked away. Fell scoffed and shook his head. That kid was going to get killed in the Bloodbath. 

Valor’s voice spoke up from the edge of the mat, Fell lifting his head to meet the older Mentor’s gaze. He let out a soft huff and nodded, taking a couple steps back toward the center of the mat, “Sure. We’re due for a tiebreaker. You sure your husband’s gonna be able to drag you back to the third floor?”

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TTWTASK: Paint Me Like One of Your Capitol Girls

Fell Vasile - Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog by Caspar David Friedrich

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As per usual, Fell had arrived at the Training Center early. It was quiet and there were only a few Trainers around. The Peacekeeper crowd had been thin, too. But as more people filtered into the Training Center, so did the Peacekeeper count. And a small group of them seemed to have their eyes on him, the white uniforms following him to whatever station he went to. Fell had wanted to see if he could meet with the Tributes from Two, but if Peacekeepers were going to be watching him like they were, it was going to be difficult to focus.

Fell had been wrapping up a fight with a Trainer, knocking him down to the mat. He let out a breath, moving to stand and looked over to see someone standing alongside the mat. Over their shoulder, though, had been one of the Peacekeepers and Fell sent a brief glare their way. “You want to try?” he offered, looking back to the person watching him. 

@ttwstarters

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thaliaohayon·:

Thalia was starting to get a little worried. Fell had said that he would text her when he was done in the Training Centre and they could go on a walk together and maybe get a bite to eat. She had expected that he would message her around 8 or 9PM considering how he could get focused on training the tributes or even himself. But, when it was pushing 11:30PM, Thalia had tried to call him and got nothing. 

She threw on a pair of joggers and one of Fell’s zip-up hoodies that she had accrued over his time in the Capitol in January and moved from the Fourth Floor down to the Training Centre. Thalia was without a lot of her normal accessories, only her phone stuffed into the pockets of the hoodie. 

When she arrived in the Training Centre she peeked her head in and heard the muffled sounds of something being hit. Thalia walked through the stations towards the hand-to-hand mats where she saw Fell wailing on an upright punching bag. 

“Fell?” she called, twisting the ends of her hair. “I thought we were going to go on a walk. And you didn’t answer your phone. I thought maybe something had happened.” // @fellvasile

It was rare for Fell to feel on edge, but he was feeling it that day. For him, it was obvious that the Peacekeepers had been keeping a very close eye on him, especially when Training had started. Probably assumed if given the opportunity, he would pick up one of the weapons and use it on one of them... not that he ever thought about that once. But he was pretty damn close to today. 

He had just been sparring with a Trainer and a Peacekeeper had made their way up toward the mat after he had pinned the trainer down. Fell wanted to speak up but kept his mouth shut, backing off and heading for the cafeteria instead. He couldn’t even help train his own Tributes without having someone breathing down his neck-- it was annoying.

So he had gone down to the Training Center later that day, and was down there ever since. He had been throwing harsh punches at a punching bag, the echo of each impact resounding through the almost empty center. Of course, there were three, maybe four, Peacekeepers near the doors, but that was pretty typical for The Capitol.

After one particularly harsh punch, Fell paused when he heard Thalia. Shit. They were supposed to go on a walk earlier. He looked over at her with a frown, “Sorry. Just kind of got too wrapped up in my own head down here.” He didn’t feel like that was a good enough excuse, especially for her, but it had been the truth. “Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

[henrvcavill]

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leta-carnahan·:

With training begun her days were spent mostly guarding the entrances to the training center and checking the tributes when they left for stashed weapons. Dull work, but also work that was being meticulously looked over by her superiors. Any toe out of line, any slip up and she knew that she would be facing a write-up and then another day of questioning. 

She was out of uniform now though and dealing with another not-so-little annoyance. “No Persephone, I won’t talk to her. I don’t care what she told you. Stop asking me. You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what I did.”

When she hung up she took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her long hair, noticing the person sitting just a few feet. “Sorry,” she said, realizing her voice had been pitched a little high. “Just family business.”

Fell usually arrived at the Training Center early, mostly to warm up and get a sparring match with the trainers in. It didn’t surprise him that there were a few more Peacekeepers around the Center when he had arrived; they tended to hover around him like flies after last year’s incident, just waiting for his next break. As long as they didn’t touch Thalia again, then Fell would behave. For now.

He had just finished sparring with a trainer that tried to talk smart with him, but Fell had knocked him flat on his back in the middle of a snide remark. At least it shut him up until Fell had knocked him down to the mat a few more times. The Capitol trainers always got in over their heads fighting against most of the Victors. He had leaned his back against the wall and took a drink of water from his water bottle when he heard the rather loud conversation next to him. He recognized the young woman as one of Ares’ sisters, Leta. 

“Then it’s none of my business,” he murmured. Though that was a bold face lie, as he had been making an effort to look out for Ares since they had arrived at The Capitol again, perhaps even before then too. “But while we're on the subject, you seen your brother at all yet today?”

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thaliaohayon·:

She grinned, laying another kiss on his hand that draped over her shoulder. “I’m sure some of my expertise has rubbed off on you,” she replied, looking up at his face for a moment, before re-focusing on the half-filled closet in front of her. Thalia watched him pull out a simple gray shirt. Easily something she could see Fell wearing on a normal day. 

She laughed at his attempt at ‘stylist’ talk and took the gray shirt from him. Thalia stretched it out and inspected it. “I’m not sure if it quite has flare to it, but it looks very comfy and very Fell. And I know that for me at least, Fell is very in right now.” She hung the shirt on a hook on the wall and stepped forward, moving her hands over the hangers and looking at some of the clothes in the closet. 

“I think I will go with the gray shirt, but now I’m just curious to what’s in here.” She smiled at the lack of colour, and moved through the t-shirts and jackets that took up most of the closet. She paused on one piece of clothing though, tucked in the corner and turned to raise her eyebrow at her. “What is this?” she asked, pulling out a whole outfit that was folded on a hanger. “I-, I don’t know what to say about this.” A slightly appalled expression graced her face, but there was still a slight twinkle in her eye.

“Not sure a lot of my stuff has flare to it.” Fell wasn’t all about the glitz and glamour of The Capitol, especially when it came to having stylists doll him up. He hated it, and his stylist knew it, but they liked to be daring and try to throw in their own ideas, anyway. He chuckled at Thalia’s compliment, “Yeah? Even with all my monotones and lack of flare?”

Fell drew in a breath through his teeth, a subtle tease at what Thalia might find in that closet. Really, all he had were dark colored clothes, gray and even some white t-shirts. Thalia had paused toward the back of the closet and his brow rose, tilting his head to see what she was looking at. As soon as she pulled the outfit out, Fell let out a loud sigh.

The outfit was one Fell had intentionally buried in his closet and hoped his stylist would forget about. It was an all black outfit-- black jacket, loose black button up shirt, and even more loose, baggy black pants. Fell tilted his head to the side, “Stylist might have had an off day?” he suggested, “It was laying out for me for the Parade. Figured it looked better in the closet. The darkest, deepest part of my closet.”

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gxrlsbiteback·:

“when isn’t it?” enobaria laughed, a sharp, barking laugh. sometimes she wished she was an outer district mentor so that she could actually be surprised when her kids made it past the bloodbath, and celebrate when they finished in the top ten. in two, nothing but the victor crown was ever good enough.

“you heard what happened to sera, right?” she asked softly. she didn’t want to bring it up, but making sure fell knew so he didn’t pick a fight with ares was better than the alternative.

“When The Capitol wants to make things more exciting.” News of the Quells was still pretty fresh on Fell’s mind, and he had a feeling it was more than just a celebration of all the years that Panem has been a prosperous, wonderful country. It was a joke. Fell knew it was for deeper, more sinister intent, especially after Sera’s very public execution. 

“Hard not to when we were all forced to see it,” he murmured, a more solemn expression crossing his face. He was more than aware of Sera’s death, saw the fallout through Ares at the Victory Ball, and even the time between then and Reaping Day. Fell knew he didn’t handle himself well at the Victory Ball with Ares, but it was hard for him to help when Ares kept throwing his walls back up over and over again. “Have you talked to Ares?”