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â...you look like someone...â
  &&  he could not quite place her, those long locks, the sweet face, but he knew her - a sadder, more mad version of her. A version more like him. A fallen tribute? He attempted to remind himself of names and faces but all he heard was cannons and for a moment he drifted off into that unkind world of memory and he --
â...I must be mistaken...â
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â...Cato...â
  && he cocked his head as the other man came in, having just stepped out of the shower. It was not that rare to sight the other in their quarters - he supposed the other tribute was getting it on with Glimmer, or something like it. He never asked. Donât ask, donât tell.
â...good morning...â
STARTER CALL pretty please I wanna write, give Marvel something to do.
â...I donât need friends, I have you...â
   & he looked at Ida at that, eyes sharp and focussed on her face. There wasnât anything else he needed as long as he was studying her, as long as he remained by his side.
â...unless this is your manner of goodbye...â
those green eyes fixate on a point with such intensity that you find yourself trying to make out what he sees in empty air.
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â...you are Annie Cresta...â
  & he cocked his head and studied her as she stood in the mentorâs room. Her hair was pretty, he appreciated that, aesthetically. She felt slightly like a mouse to him, and he felt like a cat next to her.
STARTER CALL while I check my drafts.
   & he had to think about that for a moment, because he was not sure. He trained, most of the time, or he was around her, or he spent his time⊠reading, he supposed. It mostly really was training, but he did not know if she counted that as spare time. ââŠI suppose I train. I am often at the training groundsâŠâ
â how boring,âÂ
she commented spontaniously, lowering hersel a bit deeper into the foam and water, just until her chin would hit the colourful liquid. training. he had to do it before he won, in order to win. but after your victory it was unnecessary to. or well, it was in her eyes.
â just training? you must get a new hobby. â
â...I need to stay fit...â
   & he shook his head and looked at her, wondering why it displeased her, and wondering if she had an idea. A hobby - for someone like him - was merely a distraction, if danger was around every corner and there were people to protect - she was there to protect.
â...what do you propose...â
ââŠcleverâŠâ
  & he watched as she got in, offering his hand for her to step over the edge before he took off his own shoes and socks, pulling up the fabric of his trousers and carefully lowering his feet into the water.
  & he reached for the shampoo bottle, reading what was on the back - he always did that, for some reason - before patiently waiting until she was ready.
she let herself sink in a little, her head not under the water just yet. instead she felt like simply laying there. she slowly moved her feet up and down the water, the foam floating some more due this. she liked bathing.
â humor me, marvel. what do you usually do in your spare time, when you arenât with me? â ida spontaniously asked, not turning her head nor changing her posture to make it look as if she was truly talking to him. instead she just made her hair wet, shoulders pulled back as she lowered herself.
   & he had to think about that for a moment, because he was not sure. He trained, most of the time, or he was around her, or he spent his time... reading, he supposed. It mostly really was training, but he did not know if she counted that as spare time. â...I suppose I train. I am often at the training grounds...â
  & he had often thought he was only half a person, the feelings missing making him feel incomplete because everyone else seemed to reach into them so easily. Yet with her, he felt as if she treasured the miss, as if she appreciated his incomplete-ness. As if it made him special rather than deformed.
  & he pressed up, trying to find her lips again, because she was close and he felt like it would be an appropriate response. It was all very logical, you touched the places where your lovercounterpart liked to be touched and you got rewarded for it.
ââŠyou know I amâŠâ
& he smiled as he sat down on the edge of the tub, running his hands through the water as it filled and she undressed. He was remarkably untouched by naked flesh, had been so ever since the first time he had stood in front of the stylists.
ââŠthe temperature seems rightâŠâ
â ofcourse it is. i have a certain temperature programmed in the mechanism. âÂ
as final, she placed her clothes over a small sidetable she had near the tub. nudity hadnât felt uncomfortable ever since a teenager, the first time she had received both a private prep-team of one. hands a bit from her body, ida slowly stepped in the bath, careful not to slip nor anything, and she lowered herself into the white foam forming on the water.
â...clever...â
  & he watched as she got in, offering his hand for her to step over the edge before he took off his own shoes and socks, pulling up the fabric of his trousers and carefully lowering his feet into the water.
  & he reached for the shampoo bottle, reading what was on the back - he always did that, for some reason - before patiently waiting until she was ready.
ââŠmaybe we should bathe you firstâŠ?â
  & he made a gesture to the bathroom, nodding after it. He supposed he could sit by and watch her, it wasnât uncommon that he studied her while she was doing things, and to him, it wasnât strange.
ââŠI will wash your hair if you preferâŠâ
â arenât you eager. â
she commented with a joking gesture, hand letting go of the robe as she headed in the direction of the bathroom. her tub was large enough for multiple people, or only one who felt the need of being completely surrounded by water, bubbles and sweet scents of lavender and rosemary. and so, ida bened down a little to reach for the watertap, letting in a single press of a button the tub fill with hot water. with another button the soap was released and the herbal scents slowly filled the room.
"...you know I am..."
& he smiled as he sat down on the edge of the tub, running his hands through the water as it filled and she undressed. He was remarkably untouched by naked flesh, had been so ever since the first time he had stood in front of the stylists.
"...the temperature seems right..."
   & he was at first, but there was a spot just below his larynx that drew out a slight hitch of breath, a slight raise of his back as she brushed over it. The spot was marked by a light scar, the capitolâs salves and cures having done a fine job at hiding it, but the colour of the skin was off just a little. A leftover from the games.
   & he slid one hand over her back, breathing out a little too hastily. He was calm otherwise, apart from the goosebumps over his skin, but he seemed to be picking up on her mood at least.
ah. so there it was. a small spot of weakness on a male whoâd never show any publically otherwise. it gave her a feeling of power, of a slighty hope even. it was an obsession to find out a small spot on every one of those she knew, whether it was physically or mentally. and slowly she started to discover every spot from him, on both aspects as well.
she shivered a little, the feeling of just a small movement over her spine making her inhale a bit deeper than before. teeth softly groping in his skin, she flashed a slight grin.
â aha. â
& the bite did not affect him any more than her usual movements. In fact, she could have whipped him and he probably would not have altered his breathing pattern, and yet there was that one place where it did matter, how strange of him.
& he contemplated while he let her explore, his hands stilling themselves as she moved. He felt the shift in their relationship, here, as it tilted into something deeper, something more poetic and yet more feral as it had been. Innocent and spoilt all at once.
"...ah-a..." He repeated, in an attempt to mimick her.
â...maybe we should bathe you first...?â
  & he made a gesture to the bathroom, nodding after it. He supposed he could sit by and watch her, it wasnât uncommon that he studied her while she was doing things, and to him, it wasnât strange.
â...I will wash your hair if you prefer...â
ââŠI have the idea you canât think at allâŠâ
  & he laughed at the manner in which Cato hicupped at him, shaking his head at the sight of it, trying on an experiment. Perhaps, if he couldnât make Cato like him, he could at least confuse him.
ââŠindulge me, tell me some of the waysâŠâ
â ofcourse i can, iâm not an id-idiot. â
he was slightly mad that he couldât talk as fast and straight as normal, but at the same time most of him didnât even realize it. his hand still hadnât left marvelâs shoulder, only keeping the boy pressed slightly against that wall. one eyebrow raised, cato thought shortly, if only to reply just as simple as previous.
â stab you, prob-probably. â
â...how bland, you have no imagination...â
  & he leant in, dodging Catoâs other arm, made a movement closer to him, changing places, swift as a lynx, shaking his head at how boring Catoâs answer was to him.
â...so many more interesting punishments to think of...â
   & he was at first, but there was a spot just below his larynx that drew out a slight hitch of breath, a slight raise of his back as she brushed over it. The spot was marked by a light scar, the capitolâs salves and cures having done a fine job at hiding it, but the colour of the skin was off just a little. A leftover from the games.
   & he slid one hand over her back, breathing out a little too hastily. He was calm otherwise, apart from the goosebumps over his skin, but he seemed to be picking up on her mood at least.
