Stones.
(Original Snow Daughter oc fic)
Word count: 1,007
Summary: Caroline Snow, the first child and first daughter of Coriolanus Snow and Livia Cardew- was a loved person. The capitol adored her, every boy looked her way, and every girl wanted to be her.
The "Snowflake of the Capitol" they called her.
Until she got into an accident, a stupid accident. How tragic to have all of your bones crushed by a building, caving in on itself and much too old. The Capitol grieved her for a week and then found another snowflake, a new girl to faun over.
However, what they did not know was that Caroline Snow was completely fine.
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Caroline Snow, the first child and first daughter of Coriolanus Snow and Livia Cardew- was a loved person. The capitol adored her, every boy looked her way, and every girl wanted to be her.
The "Snowflake of the Capitol" they called her.
Until she got into an accident, a stupid accident. How tragic to have all of your bones crushed by a building, caving in on itself and much too old. The capitol grieved her for a week and then found another snowflake, a new girl to faun over.
"How tragic that the Snows must endure this loss"
However, what they did not know was that Caroline Snow was completely fine.
Well, not completely, but every bone in her body was intact, and her chest still had a rise and fall.
She sits now on the dirty ground of the hob with the other peacekeepers, trading stories outside of that cramped military camp.
Coriolanus Snow, that wretched man, wanted to make a point. If she was going to be ungrateful for what she had and complain about how he ran the games, then he would show her just how grateful she should be.
A simple suggestion that maybe the games were too harsh, and now she was forced to a military camp in District 12.
How easy it was for him to get rid of his own daughter was the only thing that haunted her at night.
Everything here smells of coal and dirt, every child with hollowed cheeks and exposed ribs.
She is lucky that the peacekeepers get meals. Otherwise, she would look just as bad as those children, how unfortunate that their parents would let them get that way.
"The people in the districts would prefer it rain blood than water, that's what they really want to drink."
Her father would say. And the longer she stayed, the more she believed it.
These men, the other peacekeepers, and the few women that served as well were dogs. They spent their off days fighting and scrapping for alcohol, sleeping with the very people they were put up to shoot to death if things went tipsy.
Drowning out the sounds of the voices around her, Caroline found herself graining at the dirt between her fingers. How nice it would be, to smell like her favorite perfume and attend a capitol party right now.
Her father was right. She was more grateful for what she had now. She just wishes he'd picked a less permanent punishment.
One that wouldn't keep her from showing her face in the capitol ever again.
"What do you think, Snowy?"
Says the boy with the shaved head. They all have shaved heads, actually, and they all call me Snowy. I think they think I'm their friend or that maybe it makes me angry.
It does, but I'd never let them know that.
"I think you all need to shut up and help pitch in to trade for some white liquor."
I give them my charming smile, the one Father taught me to use on people to get what I wanted. They all whoop and excite over the prospect of alcohol even though they already reek of it.
I wish I could feel empathy for their situations, but I could not even feel that for the people in the capitol. Why would I feel it for these... I come up short on what to call them.
The word peacekeepers already feels like an insult the way the citizens throw it at us, so I just stick with that.
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We drink until we can't feel anymore, not that I was sure I could before.
Insulting these people for their alcoholism seems to have bit back at me because I fear they have turned me into an alcoholic just as bad.
It is the only thing in District 12 that gives me a rush anymore, except for when we pull out our guns.
So far, no one has needed to be shot, but the blood rushes to my ears whenever it gets close. I've never killed anyone, not directly, and the boys make fun of me for it. As if I missed all the action by coming by late in the year.
White liquor is the type of liquor that makes you forget your name, and where you came from. But I swear it's nothing I can forget.
Even if I lose my balance, and forget how to walk I know that the last name Snow will be branded into my circuits until they snap and explode. And even after, it is how I'll be labeled.
I was happy to be a Snow until I wasn't.
Until being a Snow meant being sent off into the districts to become... whatever I am becoming.
I'm better than this. I'm much smarter than any of the people who came here from other districts.
But my father insists on wasting my life here. The life that he made, only to amount to nothing he prepared me for.
White liquor also makes me emotional, so maybe I'm thinking about my father too much.
"I'm already not excited to get up tomorrow"
He slurs the words from where he lays beside me in a heap. He always huddles in on himself when he drinks like it's eating him from the inside.
"I wouldn't have been excited either way"
My slur sounds so familiar to his that I fear I am becoming one of them. They even laugh at my joke like they would a friend's.
I hate these mutts.
Maybe the games aren't so bad.
"Fair"
He groans it into the dirt. Getting his face all dirty, more dirty than it was before at least.
I lean against the wall of the building we've propped ourselves up on. We should probably start heading back to base soon so we can get some rest but the liquor sets my bones to stone. As if maybe that building had crushed me.
Just stones, I thought
If only I was actually just stones.
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Hope you liked that!! My asks are open for anything related to Caroline or really just Coriolanus in general. Hope this isn't too cringe lol I tried to keep to hunger games lore best I could but I'm tired and there's so much to remember and like.. idk it's a silly oc fic so I hope it goes under the radar if there is anything đ
