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jewelofpanem:

Emerald nodded because she didn’t know what else to say. Instead she looked at her mom and then the objects she had in her hands. “What do you have?” It was probably none of her business but she was glad to have something to talk about other than how horrible her day had been. Talking to Rory had helped calm her nerves considerably and if she told her mother, she would only worry. Emerald wanted to make her mother proud and prove to her she could do whatever she had to take to get the job done.

“I,” she signed and instead reached for the soft blanket on the back of the couch as she kicked off her shoes. “You know what, I don’t know.” Emerald admitted with a laugh as she waited to see if her mother would share what she was doing or if she needed to try to make more awkward small talk.

Honestly, Glitter was glad for the company and glad it was her daughter and not someone else. Part of her was curious why Em was getting back to their suite so late, but she didn’t want to pry. Her daughter was an adult now, and if she wanted to share those things she would.

Admittedly she wasn’t sure what to tell Emerald, but she settled on the truth. “There’s a loose floorboard under that table below the window,” Glitter started. “When I was young, before I won, I’d hide things there from your grandfather. I showed it to your father once,” she admitted. It had been such a long time ago. They were tributes scared out of their minds, trying to distance themselves from each other for the cameras, but unable to truly stay apart. “I hadn’t looked there since I was a tribute. No one knew about it. It was my little secret.”

Glitter held up the ring then, her heart feeling heavy when she looked at it. “This tribute...she freaked me out today. Started talking nonsense about forgiveness and not blaming myself. I didn’t want to believe her, but she mentioned the floorboard, so I decided to look.” Glitter swallowed then. “Your dad hid this for me in there. Just in case.” She tilted her head towards the table with the letter. “There was a note too.”

#c:emerald

jewelofpanem:

It had been Emerald’s intent to hide for the rest of the games but she knew it wasn’t possible. Well, she figured she mine as well get it over with and at least she would get to sleep in her own bed instead of on a couch or a comfy spot of floor somewhere. She felt extremely exhausted and it had only been the first day of the Games.

Emerald had figured this time of night everyone would be sleeping, but she was surprised to find her mother still up. “Oh, hey…” She said softly forcing a small smile for Glitter’s sake. “A late night for you too?”

@glitterrosseau

She hadn’t wanted to believe that girl from Seven or the way she spoke about Silver. Ghosts and spirits weren’t real, yet when she was laying in bed that night she knew she couldn’t sleep without looking. So she did. There were loose floorboards in the suite, half under a table below a window in the living area. As a child Glitter had told Silver about her secret hiding spot in the Capitol, the place her father would never find.

So she’d pushed the table out of the way, pried up the floorboard and was stunned to find a ring box and an envelope yellowed with age, her name still legible on the front. Glitter hadn’t looked in this hiding spot since she was a teenager. Before her time in the arena. It never seemed important as a victor.

But now, with the letter and box in her hand, she replaced the floorboards and put the table back. Glitter curled up on the couch and opened the letter. By the time she finished reading it, she was in tears. It was just in case, his promise in the hopes she’d make it out. Glitter cried for a bit before opening the box to a fresh wave of emotions.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there on the couch with the letter on the coffee table and ring in her hand when she heard her daughter’s voice. Glitter turned towards her slightly, grateful to be marginally more composed than she was earlier. “Yeah,” she admitted softly. “You could definitely say that.”

#c:emerald

whereivygrows:

Ellery nodded because she totally understood that feeling. If it was up to Ellery she would go find a quiet spot and hide there until it was time for the Games. Her mentors would tell her to be social but Ellery didn’t do social nor did she do people. People were messy and a lot of them were too much to handle.

“Avoiding people in general Miss,” she said as she looked up to see just who was speaking with her. It was the pretty Victor from District One. Ellery couldn’t think of her name it was something related to sparkly but it didn’t matter, because all the Victors from District One were Queens. “It’s too lo-”

Ellery stopped as she looked at Glitter. Her aura was an interesting one and there was a shadow standing beside her. Cocking her head to the side she studied this man a moment. He was young, younger than her. He was also very persistant in his message. Ellery shook her head not wanting to get someone else mad at her today. She had been yelled at enough.

“I am sorry,” she said softly knowing Glitter’s ghostly companion was not going to let her sleep until she relayed the message. “He is really persistant.” Ellery muttered. “I don’t like to get involved usually…” She sighed.

“He wants me to tell you that he has always loved you and will always love you.” Ellery said looking over Glitter’s shoulder for a moment before meeting her eyes. This was usually where people started freaking out on her. “It’s not your fault. It was his choice and he would make the same one over and over again.” She paused. “He also says he left you something but never had a chance to tell you. Under the third floorboard from the right. He says you know the hiding spot he speaks of…”

Ellery looked at this ghostly man a moment trying to get his last statement before Glitter freaked out on her like she probably was going to. “Lastly, he says Arianella is a beautiful name for his beautiful girl?” As the last words tumbled from her lips Ellery backed up slowly hoping Glitter wasn’t going to yell or hit her or anything.

Whatever Glitter was expecting the girl to say, none of it was that. Her chest felt tight as she looked at the girl, her expression morphing from one of confusion to one of heartbreak quickly. Glitter could feel her throat getting thick as emotion threatened to overwhelm her.

Silver.

This girl was far too young to know about Silver and from an outer district. She couldn’t know that story. She couldn’t know her daughter’s middle name. “Who told you this?” she asked, a sharp edge to her tone while she struggled to keep her emotions bottled up. Glitter didn’t think about Silver as much anymore. She missed him, but she’d long since come to terms with his death. Deep down she knew it was the Capitol’s fault not her own, but it still hurt.

“This isn’t very funny, not at all.” Surely someone had told her this. There was no other way she could know. Someone had decided to play a very sick prank on Glitter and whoever it was would have fury rained down on them like they wouldn’t believe.

Glitter was just glad she was sitting. She wasn’t sure that her legs would hold her if she tried to stand up, despite how much part of her wanted to walk away, never to think about it again.

#c:ellery #//this huuuuuuuurts

cassialowe:

“ i don’t think i’d ever get tired of it. ” cassia admits, but she could be starstruck at the sight of it all. living in two for so long left her with breathtaking scenery to soak in. she was always surrounded by mountains & beautiful stonework, but it was still nothing like the architecture in the capitol. there was something to be hopeful about when she was looking out among the buildings & it would be a lie to say she didn’t feel a bit envious of the tributes from twelve. they got the penthouse suite & got to overlook everything above everyone else, which was ironic.

eyes finally fall, but they soon meet another victor from one. it seemed like that’s where they all came from nowadays, but cassia was sure this next games wouldn’t continue that legacy. she had hope, much like the rest of them. “ glitter, right ? ”

it was in her best interest to collect intel & get on the good sides of everyone she met. cassia had been pretty good at maintaining a sweet & innocent persona around everyone & she wasn’t about to break now. “ i’m cassia. i don’t think we’ve met before. ”

“I know I haven’t,” she agreed. Though Glitter wasn’t sure it was quite the truth. It wasn’t as though she still stopped to marvel at the beauty of the Capitol anymore. This was just her life. It was somewhere she spent a good portion of her time. It was familiar, it was home. That may have felt twisted, but it was the truth.

She smiled at the girl when she introduced herself. “That’s right. It’s nice to meet you,” she replied. There was something about the way the girl presented herself that made it clear. “You’re one of Enobaria’s tributes, aren’t you?” There was no doubt in Glitter’s mind and if the girl seemed up to standards, well, she was sure she’d be talking to Eno about alliances later on. So far the careers all seemed up to par.

#c:cassia

thorneberry:

the second garrett stepped off the train from twelve, he wanted to turn around. he wasn’t happy to be there, and he didn’t think he ever would be.

of course, it was beautiful, he wouldn’t deny that. certainly more attractive then anything back in twelve. walking through the golden halls of the tribute tower, he felt more than out of place. he genuinely couldn’t believe his wife had grown up here. mary, where was she now? hopefully somewhere with michael, george, todd, and eliza . eliza had been here just last year. was she with her mother now?

his thoughts are interrupted by someone tapping his shoulder and asking a question, which he totally missed. “sorry, what?”

@thqstarter

Of course Sterling had run off. Her first thought was he’d gone up to play with the Pembrooke girls but there was no luck there. Next she checked the lobby. No doubt Sterling would find this extremely amusing once he knew his mother had been looking for him. Maybe Em had taken him somewhere, but she wasn’t sure where her children would have gone.

Marginally frazzled, she approached a man she didn’t recognize and tapped him on the shoulder. “I asked if you’d seen a little boy run through here,” she asked him. She held her hand out at about waist height. “This tall, dark hair, he’s five though if you tell him that he’ll correct you that he’s five and a half.”

#c:garrett

jeremevos:

luxanaxvii:

– 👑

Lux would’ve not gotten this kind of verbal sparring for Pieter. She couldn’t help but smile mischievously at her district partner as he sat in the seat beside her, a glass of blanc de noir in his hands. A little bit of bubbly, while she swirled her chardonnay. She wondered if it was a subtle call to his confidence. At least the journey to the top would be fun.

Before she could reply to JJ, their mentor stepped into the train car. They’d get to finish their conversation later. Maybe in a more straightforward manner.

“Glitter, drinking delicious wine doesn’t mean we intend on being drunk. Call it a toast to us being Reaped.” She held up her wine glass, before taking another sip. Lux nodded, looking over to Jereme to gauge his reaction. Lux was willing to listen to Glitter, especially since the last two Games with winners had been the District One girl. But, there was no telling if their personalities would mesh. // @jeremevos

Jereme was prepared for a preemptive celebration, only their chaperone came to terminate the festivities. The young man glanced at Glitter, raising his glass of blanc de noir and taking a defiant sip. “I don’t see why we can’t do both. I can work and play at the same time.” He voiced with a shrug, settling further into the seat and resting one foot on his other knee. “What do you think, Lux? I think we’re in agreement on this one.” He voiced, looking over at Lux.

While Jereme believed he could accomplish this feat with little assistances, he understood the significance of having mentors. At the present moment, the male tribute lacked familiarity with the sponsors that Glitter and One’s other mentors possessed. Frankly, he felt more willing to cooperate with Glitter Rosseau over her daughter or Esmerelda Beryl. Those two barely drank from the chalice of victory themselves and certainly had little to offer him.

“Aren’t we supposed to embrace the Capitol ways? Some of the most loved tributes have been ones that embody the spirit of the Games.” He questioned. // @glitterrosseau

Somehow she resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Jereme’s comment. He didn’t have any clue what he’d signed up for and he’d be regretting each sip of that and each moment wasted not preparing if he wasn’t careful. “You can embrace the Capitol ways without celebrating prematurely. Careers who think this will be easy are careers who end up dead,” she told them bluntly. “Underestimate what the Capitol can do at your own risk.” Yes, they’d have to schmooze with sponsors and laugh with Caesar, but for now? Now they had to get to work.

“The pre-launch festivities is all about impressions. The first impressions you make on the Capitol and the other tributes. Their first impressions on you,” Glitter explained. “Once we step off the train in the Capitol it’s showtime and the show doesn’t end until you die.” And she knew that far too well. Nearly twenty years since her own victory and she’d still never stopped putting on her show for the Capitol. “Trust me when I say you want to assess those first impressions with a clear mind.” @luxanaxvii & @jeremevos

#c:lux #c:jereme

whereivygrows:

Ellery hated the noise. Why did one place have to be so loud? Not only were there so many people running around (some even pulling at her hair and clothes) and too many voices to process. Everyone, alive and dead, had something to say.

“Shush,” Ellery said without looking up to her constant companion, the one that had followed her from District Seven. All she needed was for the people here to think she was a freak and confirm what others at home already knew. Dead people were awfully chatting sometimes.

Instead, she shuffled her homemade cards and tried to focus her attention on them instead. The World, reversed. Loose ends that need tidying up. A journey that is nearing completion…

“Can I help you?” She asked without looking up at the stranger who sat beside her. You see, Ellery couldn’t just see a person and who wanted to be friendly with a person like her?

@thqstarter

With the hustle and bustle of preparations, Glitter had left her tributes in the capable hands of the stylists and set off to spend some time with her son. Though her son was very insistent that he only wanted to play with his avox friend right now and mom was not cool, so she found herself wandering the tower in the hopes of making some assessments of the other tributes.

She found one of them sitting alone and Glitter joined her quietly. Her intention had been to merely see what the girl was doing, but she spoke and Glitter shrugged. “I don’t think so,” she murmured. “Just taking a break from all of this,” Glitter told her, waving a hand to imply the hustle and bustle of the day.

“Trying to hide from your stylists?” she asked. It wasn’t uncommon for the tribute to try and slip off, though Glitter rarely had experience with it.

#c:ellery

cassialowe:

@thqstarter

this was better than what she’d dreamed it would be. she wasn’t nervous having so many people around. in fact, it felt almost necessary to the process for her to feel overwhelmed with excitement & anticipation for what was to come.

“ it’s beautiful. ” the cheers from the outside were only fuel. whether she was talking about the sound or the vicinity’s contents, well… that was up to whoever bothered to dwell on her absent comments. cassia lets out a sigh, not of relief or distress, but out of comfort. she was where she wanted to be. making it this far was enough in itself, but she knew there was much more to come. “ don’t you think ? ” at this point, she didn’t really even know who she was talking to. everything was a blur.

Ever since she was a tribute, Glitter always made it a little game with herself to guess where tributes were from on first arrival. First impressions were important and in the hunger games they could be life or death. Being observant had certainly helped her out of more than one situation.

So when she came upon the girl almost wistfully enjoying everything that was going on, it wasn’t hard to realize this was probably one of Eno’s tributes. No non-career was ever so excited, though she didn’t know what Two had to be excited about when they hadn’t had a victor since Enobaria.

“It is quite beautiful,” she agreed with a nod. “I’m so used to it now that I often forget to stop and appreciate the wonder of it all.” though she supposed seeing it through the tributes’ eyes was enough of a reminder.

#c:cassia

jeremevos:

luxanaxvii:

Lux had no one to say goodbye to, so she walked straight from the Reaping to the train and settled herself into one of the large armchairs with a glass of white wine in one hand and a plate of bite-sized hors d’oeuvres balancing in the middle of her lap.

Her mind wasn’t full, not really. She had just taken the first step to a new, better life. Most would look at her and lament that they did not have everything that Lux had. She would be the first to admit that she had a lot. But, not everything. So, she reveled in this first step until other people began to join her.

She looked to see her fellow tribute had entered the train. Jeremejevite Vos. A classmate of hers and, more importantly, not the partner she had been expecting. Lux still wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. She hoped, good. She hoped he wasn’t as crazy as Pieter was. She hoped he would be naïve and good enough to let her step on him on her way to the top.

“JJ, I hope this was just a way to get more time with me,” she teased, her voice coated in sweet saccharine. “I also hope that you know what you’re doing. I know you have good taste, let’s hope that judgement is just as good.” // @jeremevos & @glitterrosseau

The fanfare of the farewells almost bored him. His mother clung to his arm with maternal concern, and his father’s pride practically radiated from his pores. Jereme simply assured them that their separation was only temporary, as he’d return as the champion, he felt destined to become. With those words, the young man turned on his heel to enter the train and his new life.

He smirked seeing Lux already making herself comfortable with a glass of white wine. Quite the connoisseur himself ( after all, his parents ensured this ), he swaggered over to the drink cart to follow suit. One of his large hands danced in the air, as he considered his choices. Chardonnay, merlot, Riesling, no. A preemptive celebration of his victory called for bubbly. Blanc de noir it was.

His brow rose at her comments, but Jereme took the time to fix his drink before responding. “You’re a clever girl, aren’t you, Lux? Or were you just piggybacking off girls at the Academy?” He retorted, allowing his smirk to grow until he practically grinned from ear to ear. Jereme slipped into the armchair by her side and sipped lightly from his glass. “If you were clever, you’d already know I have great judgment. For example, calling me JJ — a bad idea.” // @glitterrosseau & @luxanaxvii

The Reaping in District One was always fanfare and stroked egos Glitter didn’t particularly enjoy. But she supposed the one good thing about usually having volunteers was knowing she didn’t have to waste the train ride calming them down like her colleagues from the other districts. Emmy’s reaping was the obvious exception, of course, but that was more about calming herself down.

So when she boarded the train and found the tributes already into the wine, it wasn’t a huge shock but she still rolled her eyes. “Are you two intending on getting drunk on the way to the Capitol or can we get to work?” she asked them seriously, eyeing them both up. Given that Glitter helped out at the Academy now and then, she’d seen them both around. Luxana reminded her a lot of herself and Glitter didn’t know if that was a good thing. Perhaps time would tell.

She knew less about Jereme, but he seemed confident and charismatic enough to win the attention of sponsors with or without being from District One. That always boded well. So Glitter took a seat across from the pair, one leg crossed over the other and she watched them, blue eyes taking in every bit of raw potential before her. “It’s not going to be a party in the Capitol. Mentoring starts now.” // @luxanaxvii & @jeremevos

#c:lux #c:jereme #//i wasn't sure if i should cut off lux or not so????

soleilsx:

@glitterrosseau

Soleil Maguire was two glasses of champagne into the night, and as a notorious lightweight was feeling a pleasant airiness in her head. It was that perfect spot between sober and drunk where she still had her bearings and a certain amount of her wits about her, but the absolute horror of the surrounding circumstances all seemed to fade away. Sure, she hated the Capitol, but at least she could step outside every day and see sunlight and breathe fresh air. Their plant shops held all kinds of bizarre, genetically-modified, beautiful plants and flowers and fruit trees, and she could get lost in the shops if she was allowed to.

She’d danced around the room a little bit, with several Capitol men taking her hand and whispering sweet nothings to her. They were harmless in public, after all, and if she giggled and handed them another glass of strong dark alcohol they’d be too drunk in an hour to remember to call her up to their rooms.

Soleil settled into a seat close to another victor she recognized and accepted the offer of a third champagne from a nearby Avox. She didn’t drink from it, instead choosing to set it down on the tablecloth and trace her fingers over the stem of the glass.

“How are you doing?” Soleil turned her face to Glitter. “Avoiding the crowds or just… taking a needed break?”

Glitter definitely thrived in the spotlight, but tonight was about Esme and she felt quite uncomfortable with the whole thing knowing she hadn’t pulled her usual weight to ensure Esme survived. It wasn’t something Glitter could help, but she had certainly not been able to explain it either.

So, taking some time away from the Capitolites and their insistent hovering was not a bad thing. She sipped her drink and glanced over at the younger victor. “Just a break for now,” Glitter admitted. “I don’t mind the crowds much usually. Especially when it’s a party for District One’s victory.” It was not something she ever got tired of, even if this was the fifth District One victory she’d attended, including her own.

“But I’m alright. Are you enjoying the party, Soleil?” She could never tell with the other victors. Some loved this spotlight and others wanted to avoid it like the plague. Glitter couldn’t keep track who liked what.

#c:soleil

panemonium:

“Don’t suppose it could wait till the day after I get back,” she joked knowing it wasn’t likely. District One would surely want to celebrate with her and in a way, Esme was content to celebrate with them. Her family could celebrate too. Although she was sure it would be too much for an infant to handle for long and someone would end up back at home with Sunela, likely her mother or her younger sister. This was technically a back to back Victory for District One without a Victor being crowned last year.

Either way, Esme found herself shrugging. “It’s all good. Parties can be fun.” District One had a lot to celebrate and Esme was happy they could celebrate. She could still recall going to Gloss and Cashmere’s parties as a child. Admittedly, she had not gone to Emerald’s party two years ago as people were still bitter over her husband’s refusal to join in the 73rd games and Platinum’s quick demise in the bloodbath. “District One has a lot to celebrate after all.”

“Besides it’s good practice for the Victor Tour right,” Esme added but her smile dampened a bit as she recalled Lincoln’s words to her. His words about the misfortune in other Districts that they didn’t tell you about on television. “I know what’s expected to me. I will not disappoint. I can be a proper District One Victor, promise.”

Esme’s rationalization made sense and Glitter nodded. “It is good practice for the victory tour. But don’t worry too much,” she tried to reassure her. “There isn’t just one way to be a victor. You’ll figure things out as you go. Nothing they teach at the Academy can prepare us for the reality of being a victor.” That was something she was still bitter about. Her father knew the reality and he still hid it from her. He claimed things were better than they were and it cost her.

“All you need to worry about right now is settling into things. It’s definitely an adjustment period, but all of us have been through it. If you need help, well, you know where to find us,” Glitter offered. She wasn’t exactly good at feelings. She always avoided them, but if Esme needed someone she didn’t really want her going to Emerald for it.

#c:esmerelda

linconway:

“Neither have I. Spending most of my time at the Academy meant being fed well. I guess I ended up being one less mouth for my parents to worry about feeding at home. It does sound difficult.” Lincoln divulged with a soft sigh. The most discomfort he felt without nourishment had been during the Games. Yet, those four days deprived of proper food seemed laughable compared to the hunger some people in Panem encountered in their lifetimes. He supposed many victors experienced it themselves in the past.

“I’ve only spoken to Esme a couple times, but it’ll be nice for her baby to grow up still having a mother.” He commented with a small smile. His expression became more sullen, once Glitter mentioned his tributes. “Thank you, Glitter. Jonas and Azzurra fought well, even though they battled each other so early on.” The fact that Jonas eliminated his district partner during the bloodbath was still a sore spot. “The hard part comes now, doesn’t it? Bringing the bodies back always seems like the worst part, even though they’re coming home.”

Glitter supposed the tesserae wasn’t really something that the career districts had much thought of. Momentarily she thought about asking Enobaria how things were in Two with it. Maybe later, she decided. “If it becomes as much of a problem as it could, it may spell good news for our districts in the long run, I suppose,” she mused. Malnourished tributes wouldn’t be strong enough to put up much of a fight. But Glitter didn’t feel good about winning when the other districts were too weak to fight back.

She nodded a bit at the thought of Esme’s baby. It was one thing she’d tried not to think about when the girl was still a tribute, but now? It was a good feeling to know the baby would still have her mother. “Your right. No matter how long you do it, bringing the bodies home never gets easier,” she told him. Often she wondered how it was in other districts. District one, death was sometimes a shame. People weren’t always mourned or honored. They were forgotten. “I always hate having to face the families.”

#c:lincoln

linconway:

His dark eyes remained fixated on the feast for a few more moments before he shook his head. They were celebrating the Games, while the districts received the news pertaining to tesserae. Perhaps those in Four would remain unfazed, but Lincoln also thought of those in the other districts. He recalled the sullen faces gazing up at him during his Victory Tour. What would those individuals do now without additional resources to help them survive?

“I was, but I think I’d rather stick it out on an empty stomach right now.” The growing guilt settling into his core felt unavoidable. “I’ve never taken tesserae, but my sisters considered it for some time. I don’t know, it’s complicated.” He muttered offhand, never at ease with his family’s misfortune, even if it seemed minimal in comparison to that of others. “I don’t think I’ve had the chance to congratulate you yet. I figured Esme would do well.”

Glitter felt a little guilty that she didn’t even remember the tesserae half the time. She was born and raised from a place of privilege. Born to one of the wealthiest families in the wealthiest district in Panem. The idea of trading odds on the reaping for food seemed so far removed from Glitter’s reality she could barely understand it. The only time she had to experience hunger was her father trying to prepare her for that aspect of the arena.

Instead when he spoke about the tesserae she merely nodded. “It sounds like it. I’ve never had that experience, but it sounds like it will be a difficult situation.” That was all she could say. After all, she had never experienced the true hunger and poverty that people in other districts had. But Lincoln congratulated her and she smiled a bit. “Thank you, Lincoln,” she replied. It was a good feeling bringing home another victor. She was especially glad since it would hopefully pull some of the Capitol’s focus off her daughter. “I was sorry about your tributes.”

#c:lincoln

panemonium:

“I think I can mange,” Esme admitted with a sheepish grin. Back home as the middle child she never really had much attention, but had secretly wanted it. Her older siblings were all much more accomplished and important than she was. Her parents had been quite upset when Esme had settled for getting married at nineteen and having a baby but she didn’t regret it for a moment. Winning a Quarter Quell had never been a goal but now that she had she was ready to own it. This was her chance to make a better life for herself and her family.

She gave Glitter a smile. “Thank you,” it was nice to know there would be people there to help if she needed. The arena needed to be done alone but this part apparently didn’t. “I don’t suppose a quiet evening at home will be waiting for me when we get back?” Esmerelda could vaguely recall there being a lot of lavish parties two years ago for Emerald’s homecoming. Then again, Esme was not Rosseau royalty so there was no need to go all out.

She knew far too well that this stage of victory was often difficult. Coming from a fight for your life to trying to put on a smile for the Capitol was a daunting task. Glitter could easily recall how much she struggled with it, especially after losing Silver and being told she was pregnant in the midst of her recovery. It had been an extremely fragile time for Glitter. She would have given anything to have someone to tell her it was okay and support her. Her father had been no help whatsoever.

A chuckle passed Glitter’s lips and she shrugged. “Probably not right away. I’m sure they’re planning your homecoming party as we speak.” Victory in District One was very different from the other districts. While I’m sure a quiet night with her family would have been possible in District Seven, not here. “But things will be back to normal, or sort of normal, soon enough. The parties and celebrations won’t last forever.” Sure, people would be thrilled because it was a quell, but she didn’t think that celebration would be anything more than what people gave Emerald two years earlier.

#c:esmerelda

ariadneava:

“stuffy is the word of the day,” ariadne agreed. she had lost count of how many people had given her suffocating, unwelcome hugs at the loss of monroe. they had complimented her on her training tips, but she knew she hadn’t given it to the young girl, monroe had been all her own. and she could only be proud of that. “the rose garden, then? i know you probably need a place to go to and come back from. what with the party being for your district.”

Glitter nodded when the suggestion was made. While she didn’t know Ariadne well, she was still grateful for the escape. “That sounds lovely,” Glitter told her simply. True, the party was for Esme, but Glitter felt rather uncomfortable with the whole thing. She hadn’t done her usual amount to ensure the girl survived. Not with the lions prowling the arena for most of the Games. She couldn’t bring herself to even look at the screens. “It can be a little much, but at least it’s for Esme and not me. I can still slip away.” The same couldn’t have been said two years ago when the party was for her daughter and Glitter remained glued to the teenagers side all night.

#c:ariadne

linconway:

It was just gone. President Snow snapped his fingers, and the tesserae program ceased to exist. Sure, Lincoln and his family never relied on tesserae to function. District Four provided some luxuries that most regions of Panem could not fathom. Yet, his heart sank tremendously upon hearing the announcement. Perhaps his family never needed tesserae, but how many across the nation did? How many more times had children added their names to the Reaping bowl for it?

These questions swirled in his head, as he stared at the opulent buffet in the Presidential Ballroom. He eyed the dishes carefully, but for once, his intense gaze was not to assess which delicacies would be safe to consume. No, this time Lincoln felt self-reproach for how much food the President’s guests had that evening compared to families across Panem that would probably starve.

“Am I the only one who suddenly lost their appetite?” He voiced to the nearest person, eyes lingering on the food laid out like a king’s feast. // @thqstarter

The tesserae had never been something Glitter thought about. Most in District One didn’t need it to survive and she had grown up far more privileged than most. It was something she simply forgot existed time and time again. When Snow announced the end of the program, it barely phased her. From her place of privilege, she couldn’t see how necessary the tesserae was to the survival of people in other districts. Even though she’d seen the poverty on victory tours it wasn’t able to understand just how poor those people were.

So when Lincoln spoke, she glanced at him and frowned ever so slightly. “Maybe? I wasn’t particularly hungry when I got here.” It was true. When One won, Glitter always ate before the party. there was always too much happening and too many people to talk to. She’d learned her lesson after her own Games when she’d nearly fainted after sponsors kept pulling her away from the food to chat.

#c:lincoln

panemonium:

Esmerelda couldn’t help but to be speechless as she walked into President Snow’s ballroom. It was absolutely beautiful and it was for her. Wide eyed, she shoved her hands into the pockets of the beautiful red satin gown her stylists had placed her in and delicately ran her fingers over her token, her daughter’s hospital bracelet. Soon she would be back home in District One with her family. Until then she was going to enjoy the party.

“Can you believe it?” She asked the person next to her unsure if she meant her Victory, the room, and that the Quarter Quell was over. Esmerelda Beryl was not only a Victor but a Quell Victor. The thought alone left her breathless. This was a whole new sandbox she was going to have to learn to play in. She had done it in the arena and now she was going to do it again. Esmerelda Beryl was a name they would know for a long time.

@thqstarter

There was a small part of Glitter that felt selfishly guilty that Esmerelda had won and that meant having to live with the fact that she didn’t help the young woman enough. But Glitter couldn’t fault herself for what happened. Once the lions came to life, she couldn’t keep watching. She talked to sponsors and did her best, but she couldn’t watch.

Still, she was happy for both Esme and District One. Bringing home another victor was always a source of pride. She’d now helped bring four victors home. though she wondered exactly how much she helped this time. In some ways she’d been more useless this year than she was when it was her own daughter in the Games.

“I can,” she told the young woman, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s all for you tonight. I know it’s overwhelming, but try to enjoy yourself. But if you need a rescue one of us will be close by all evening.” Maybe not Em. Glitter had plans to keep an eye on her daughter too, but she, Cashmere, and Gloss already knew to stay within earshot of Esme.

#c:esmerelda

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