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Onyx moved into the tributes hug immediately, resting his head on Rowan’s chest. He thought he had upset him somehow - maybe by asking what kind of friends they were? He wasn’t exactly sure, but the idea of upsetting Rowan had such a profound effect on him that it wasn’t long until he was crying too, his tears spilling on to the boy’s enviable pecs.
“I love you too, man.” Onyx said between sobs. “I love you, and I love me, and I love us. I think I just love love.”
Onyx tried his best to pull himself together, glad of Rowan’s strong arms safely encapsulating him against the horrors of the world around them. He never wanted to leave his strong arms, not even for Jade or the Capitol, or even to get out of the uncomfortable and frankly awkward position the two of them had found themselves in.
But that was selfish. Rowan probably had things to do that weren’t hugging Onyx. And Onyx probably had better things to do too, although he couldn’t think of what those things might be at this point.
He pulled away from the hug and gave a loud sniff.
“We are love.” He said, and then he grinned. That was profound. The most profound he’d ever been. So profound that it bared repeated.
“We are love.” His voice grew louder. It was like a battle cry. “We. Are. Love.”
Rowan simply nodded in agreement to Onyx’s words as he began to wipe the tears off of his face. Onyx was warm, Rowan liked that, and he had a good face, Rowan also liked that. Oh, shit. Rowan’s eyes grew wide as a strange thought came to his mind. Oh...shit? He wondered if he would actually enjoy it.
Before he could realize what he was doing, he started to move his face closer to Onyx’s, relishing the warmth of his breath on his skin. It felt good, he thought, and he smiled. He wanted more of it. So much more. Slowly, carefully, gently, he continued to move his face towards Onyx’s until only a few inches separated them. Slowly, carefully, gently, he parted his lips, his warm breath easily making contact with Onyx’s skin.
Aphrodite smirked. The idea of the two of them visiting some factory to make glitter was almost as entertaining as what was actually going to happen, so she decided against correcting him. She wondered if he would know where they were once they arrived, or if it would take him up until the second the performance started to realise what their date was.
She let out a laugh as the boy protested her gaze, only for it to be interrupted by his lips pressing against hers, and for a moment they were the only two people in the world. She smiled into the kiss, and was still smiling by the time he pulled away. There was something about Rowan that was so sincere that it was impossible to ignore, something which made Aphrodite feel settled and safe even amongst the madness of the games and all that it had entailed thus far.
She leaned into Rowan’s hug, manoeuvring herself so that they could sit comfortably with his arms wrapped around her and her head leaning on his chest.
“I know how you feel.” She said with a sigh of content. Being with Rowan made any worries she had disappear almost completely. It was as though the games and Rowan existed in two completely separate worlds, and she felt a pang in her heart as the thought of Rowan having to compete flashed in her mind. He didn’t deserve to be pulled into these games.
Out the window of the car, Aphrodite could see the lights of the Capitol speeding past them, as well as the Peacekeeper cars that followed steadily on all sides. But the sight was almost depressing to her; it served as a sordid reminder that this was her life not. Not only up until the games, but also if she were to get out. From the second she got Reaped the Capitol had already begin their work on making her life into a movie, and she just had to accept it.
She averted her gaze from the window and one again turned her attention on to Rowan, glad that he was with her and glad that he seemed so happy to be by her side.
“I really like hanging out with you.” She said, looking up at him. “You’re the least complicated thing about this place.”
Rowan had doubts he would ever forget the warmth of Aphrodite’s skin, the taste of her lips, the jolt of electricity that ran up his spine every time he’d look in her eyes. She lived up to her name really well, her moniker as the Goddess of Beauty and Love. He thought he was absolutely lucky to be spending this much time with her, even if they were still inside the moving car. Nothing else mattered to him but this moment.
“YOU’RE the least complicated thing about this place.” He repeated her last words, agreeing with her sentiments.
To be fair, however, Rowan did not actually think of the complications of this place, the Capitol, and what it truly meant to be a tribute, to be a part of the Hunger Games. None of that mattered to him. He knew he was never going to see his family again, that he was most likely going to die during the games, so why would he dwell on something he had no control over? He’d rather focus on the things he could control, he thought as he gave her another quick kiss.
When their lips parted, he stayed close, only inches separating their faces. “What were you like before all this?”
The words slithered out of his mouth without his consent. He didn’t even know he had spoken them until they were too late. Rowan didn’t mean to pry about her past. He was just curious if she too felt the same way. Did they become different people when their names were called?
He wasn’t always this simple, this easy to get along with. Before all this, he was all about surviving, doing his hardest to ensure his family, the ones he loved the most, would survive. Rowan sacrificed a lot for his family, but now, he was as good as dead to them. He wasn’t going to come back, even if he wanted to. They were on their own as much as he was.
“I’ve never done it while covered in glitter before.”
Lavenne Hardgrove, Rowan Torwyn’s mentor, had tried her best to emphasize how important this interview was supposed to be. Although this was just her first year at the helm, the Capitol reporter Dora Tales was as deadly as she was charming. “Words are like arrows,” she had told him. Something about not being able to take them back once loosed. Unfortunately, Rowan was, well, distracted throughout that conversation.
Following Alani Heywood’s own interview, Rowan simply sat there, feeling his chair, comfortably grinning and smiling at everyone else, including Miss Tales, blissfully unaware at the true dangers that lurked around him. “Sup?”
"Hello, Rowan Torwyn of District Seven. You have been quite an interesting personality, as far as everyone have seen, and I am assuming that you are who we've seen you to be, shirt and all?"
Despite her smile and affable personality, Dora was not amused when Rowan simply waltzed out of there right after Alani was done, denying her of a more appropriate introduction as befitting her skills. Still, she eyed him from head to toe, somewhat disappointed that he had his shirt on. The crowd laughed at that barb, though as per usual, Rowan was oblivious to it.
"Yeah, yeah, uhm, everyone was wearing a shirt, so, I, uhh, put one on."
"You mean you were shirtless just...minutes ago?" Dora raised an eyebrow even before she knew she had. When Rowan nodded, goofy grin still on his face, she let out a laugh and the rest of the crowd followed suit. "Well, if you want, feel free to take that shirt off. You don't strike us as someone who'd be interested in fashion."
"Oh, okay." Rowan took off his shirt, much to everyone's laughter and subsequent silence, eyes narrowed upon his magnificent physique. Even Dora couldn't help but spend a few minutes just staring him down, biting her lower lip.
Leaning closer to him, she asked her first question, making sure to make her segue feel natural. She didn't really need to, as Rowan wasn't as cunning as the other tributes. "We're all curious, Rowan, dear, what inspires you to be so shirtless so regularly? I mean, we’re not complaining, but we’d just like to know."
Rowan simply shrugged. "I mean, I guess I'm not just used to the Capitol's shirts?"
The crowd laughed and Dora chuckled to herself while Rowan remained grinning. It wasn't a joke. At least he didn't intend it to be one. But he just seemed so stupid and oblivious that everyone else thought it was somewhat entertaining. Wack.
"Of course, of course. District Seven has always been more focused on lumber, chopping...wood, than fashion, so the Capitol's level of comfort and aesthetics, culture, would otherwise be new to...someone like you." Dora sneered, only for Rowan to genuinely agree with. Wow.
This boy, his head, is so easy to steer. She didn't even feel like she needed to make any effort to keep this interview entertaining. He was a walking curiosity if not hilarity. Anything that came out of his mouth was so simple, she could easily ply his words to suit her needs, and he'd just sit there, taking it all, like a complete idiot, allowing her to do whatever she wanted with him. She wondered, what else could she ply of his?
"You and Aphrodite... We've seen you two develop a sort of bond. Did it hurt when Aphrodite was paired with someone else? Did you cry, bury your face in your many discarded shirts?" He was probably too stupid to cry, Dora thought, but the crowd laughed at that last bit, and she knew this was going to be this interview’s direction from here on out.
"Oh, yeah, well, you know..." Rowan didn't, but he tried to just let his brain do all the work for once, something that it hasn't done for a while now. The words just slithered out of his mouth without any review or filter whatsoever, a stream of consciousness, utterly irresponsible blabbering. "I mean, Aphrodite is hot! She's fun. I like spending time with her, but, you know, she probably didn't feel the same or something. I mean, I thought she would but what do I know, right?"
Rowan chuckled, Dora sneered, and the crowd laughed.
"Yes, of course, what do YOU know, right?" Dora pandered to the crowd and got an even bigger laugh. Rowan just sat there, a little confused but shrugged it off as strange Capitol humor, laughing with them. "Tell us about your family back in District Seven, Rowan. What are they like? Are they also always shirtless, just as confused as you are?"
Dora poked Rowan’s nose, which he thought was odd. He frowned at that but also laughed because it was the first thing that came to his head. It was awkward but the crowd or Dora didn’t really care about him. All they cared about was the version of him they wanted to see, laugh at. Rowan wasn’t aware of any of that, though. He was just being himself.
“Oh, uhh, they’re...okay, I guess.”
Silence followed. Rowan just sat there, dwelling in his thoughts, while Dora frowned, now a little confused. Her eyes darted from Rowan to the crowd, unsure of what to make of the momentary respite.
“Okay, you guess?”
“Yeah... I mean, my parents are nice, hardworking folks... My sister’s just as...hardworking.” His brain froze, his emotions overtaking his words. He was missing them so much, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back home anymore. He was most likely going to die soon, and he was okay with that, but he couldn’t stop missing his family. They were all he had.
“Uhm, so, they also don’t like to wear shirts?”
Dora’s voice snapped him out of his reverie, but the words that crawled out of his mouth were the first thought that came to his mind, still unfiltered, even though he should have desperately needed them to be. “Oh, uhm, no, they wear shirts. I mean, not like Capitol shirts but like District Seven shirts...”
“Uh-huh.” Dora nodded, trying to keep her laughter in. The crowd, however, were less polite, roaring in laughter at Rowan’s perceived stupidity and simple-mindedness. “You heard it here first, folks: People from District Seven wear shirts from District Seven. What an enlightening revelation from the smartest of our tributes, Rowan Torwyn!”
The crowd continued to laugh, some even applauding Rowan for no other reason than being entertaining for them. Rowan actually joined them in clapping, even though he had no idea why they were doing that in the first place. Wack.
"Hmm, well, in any case, that’s the end of the interview, folks. We actually spoke to some of Rowan’s old friends from District Seven about him, but they were all so generally positive about him that I...fell...asleep.” Dora tilted her head at Rowan, pretending to sympathize about his district being boring, much to the crowd’s amusement and Rowan’s confusion.
As the laughter slowly died down, Rowan continued to sit on his chair, looking around him. Dora frowned at this, uncertain if he was playing the part of a fool or if he was just that stupid. A part of her thought it was somewhat interesting, though, if only curious, and her eyes spent a few more seconds ogling his bare chest before she shooed him away. “Uhm, Rowan, dear?”
“Yeah?”
“That was your cue to leave. Our interview is over. Someone else needs to sit on that chair.”
“Oh, uhh, yeah, sorry about that...” Rowan slowly pushed himself off the chair, as the crowd laughed as loud as they could once again.
Dora, however, used the opportunity to put a hand on his own, pressing it lightly, and whispering to him, using the crowd’s loud laughter as cover. “You can sit on something else much later.”
Rowan grimaced at the idea, mostly because he had no idea what she meant, while she simply winked at him and started to introduce the next person. Wack.
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Alani hadn’t thought about it, but the clothes were different in the Capitol than in District Seven. She wasn’t sure if fake was the word, but the texture was different. Higher quality, she assumed, not that she knew anything about higher quality. Hoping to avoid a discussion of the differences between the Capitol and District Seven, Alani silently nodded in agreeance.
Tears seemed to come to her eyes immediately at the mention of home, even though she didn’t want to cry anymore in front of others. In front of everyone in the country, even, though she prayed that she wasn’t interesting enough to get much screen time.
“Do you remember me? It’s okay if you don’t. I fell out of a tree by the shops? It was a long time ago.” Alani looked down at her hands, regretting even bringing up that incident, but she wasn’t sure what else to say. “If you don’t remember don’t worry about it.”
Oh, shit. Rowan instinctively leaned back when Alani started the waterworks. He wasn’t expecting her to cry right then and there, though it was understandable. He did mention home. She was probably just as homesick as he was, though from the looks of things, Alani was probably more homesick. That or Rowan needs to be more in touch with his feelings and stop hiding from them by being shirtless all the time.
“Remember you?” Rowan looked her over again, squinting, as he tried to make sure she wasn’t going to surprise him with anything else. Slowly, carefully as not to spook her, he leaned closer, opening his arms for an embrace in an attempt to calm her down. People still like hugs, right? They’re still very calming, yeah? Unfortunately, he forgot he was still shirtless. “Yeah, yeah, of course, I remember you! You’re Alani! District Seven! I think I even caught you fall out of a tree once. How could I forget?”
“You okay? You need anything? Can I get you something? Water? Tea? ...me? That last part’s a joke, by the way, unless...? That was also another joke.” He started laughing awkwardly, trying to brighten the mood, knowing full well this was most likely all his fault.
Onyx nodded, closing his eyes as Rowan described Aphrodite as picturing her. Hot, Onyx thought, Rowan thinks Aphrodite is hot. He couldn’t blame him, the vision of Aphrodite that Onyx had in his mind was very attractive - although perhaps he was embellishing her a little. He couldn’t remember exactly, but he had no reason to doubt Rowan, so he kept on imagining.
“Me and you?” Onyx asked, pointing to the tribute and then to himself. He had done the pointing the wrong way around, but that was hardly the thing that mattered here. Was he about to make a friend? Here? In The Capitol? He high-fived himself. Jade would be so proud. Should he tell her about this? It might be best to wait until the morning to speak to her about this. Besides, he was enjoying Rowan far too much to rush off now.
“Yeah! We can be friends!” He gave Rowan his best open-mouthed grin. What would they do now that they were friends? What did friends do together? He wracked his brain, trying to come up with something, but his brain was taking him somewhere else. Somewhere he hadn’t even considered.
“What kind of friends?” He asked. “Best friends? Or another kind of friend?”
His grin grew wider when Onyx told him they could be friends. Man, that was a good thing to hear. It was so good it made him feel warm inside. Friends were a great thing to have, especially if he was going to be away from his family for quite a while, maybe even forever.
Rowan started to wonder if he was ever going to get back home, be with his mom and dad and sister, though he would be fine if his sister wouldn’t be in the picture. He chuckled at that idea. His sister had always been a freeloader. He’s always been the one to help her get out of numerous trouble, even from their parents. Still, he was his sister and he loved her so much.
The lumberjack from District Seven suddenly started sobbing, shaking in his seat, as his emotions got the best of him. That or he was having some terrible withdrawal from the mist thing. There was a mist, right? Man, what happened to the mist. I miss the mist. He stretched both his beefy arms and gestured for Onyx to walk into his embrace, half-naked dude to half-naked dude, without even standing up from his seat.
“I love friends. I love home. I love Aphrodite. I love Lavenne. I love you. I love plaid shirts but I love taking them off more.”
Aphrodite was looking forward to their next tour. Of course, she had had her fair share of fun with some of the tributes, but with Rowan that fun was reduced to its most simple act - which was exactly what she needed given the unravelling of the situation with V. Yes, she had definitely made the right choice with who to bring with her: Rowan was perfect in his own, special way.
She ducked out of the elevator with him, pressing her lips together to stifle a laugh as she watched him wink at one of the Peacekeepers, wondering what expression they might be pulling under that mask of theirs. She hoped it was a mixture between bewilderment and arousal. That’s how Rowan made her feel too.
It was a short walk to the car, but one that was surrounded by cameras and the yelling of paparazzi, so she wasted no time sliding into the car, moving so Rowan could scoot in beside her. The door closed, blocking out the cameras and the yelling, and for a moment it felt like the two of them were finally alone.
And then the driver asked where they were going, speaking through the open partition.
“Glitter factory.” Aphrodite said, wondering why the driver pretending not to know exactly where they were heading. Was it to give the audience a sense of realism? Did they actually buy that? She looked around surreptitiously, noticing that - sure enough - there were a few telltale red lights that signified cameras in the car.
As the car began to move, she settled back in her seat, checking out Rowan once again. He was like a little puppy, so happy to be wherever he was. A part of her wondered if he really knew what was going on here with the very real threat of the arena looming over their shoulders.
“How’s the Capitol been treating you, then?” She asked, trying her best to stop her eyes from wandering over his physique but failing spectacularly.
“Glitter factory?” Rowan had never been in a glitter factory before but he knew what it was. Sort of. It was more like he guessed what it was, based on knowing what the two words were, separately, and then combining them in his head, in the slowest of realizations. “We’re making glitter?”
The lumberjack from District Seven didn’t even notice the cameras. One would think he was just getting used to them, which would be a good case in his favor when he pretended they didn’t exist while watching Aphrodite enter the car and winking at the Peacemakers, but the subtler ones with them now were completely way out of his radar. Not that he ever had one.
Rowan was the kind of guy who believes in what you see is what you get in that if he doesn’t see it with his own eyes, he may not get whatever it is.
He just sat there, grinning, as he noticed Aphrodite looking him over. He looked her over back, liking what he was seeing. As if that would ever change. She was basically the only person he has gotten close to, in more ways than one, in his current situation so far and had become a source of hope, if not distraction, from their inevitable demise. Mm-hm, daddy likes.
“Hey, hey, hey! My eyes are up here.” He quipped as he gently lifted Aphrodite’s face, her eyes off of his physique, with a calloused hand on her smooth chin. When their eyes met, Rowan took his time to get lost in hers, bathing himself in the beauty they held. If eyes were truly the windows to a person’s soul, then Rowan just crashed through Aphrodite’s without even trying to open them carefully.
His heart beating fast, Rowan couldn’t save himself from Aphrodite’s beauty, resist her charms, and so he slowly leaned in and once again tasted her lips, savoring the warmth he felt almost immediately when they touched. There was a spark for Rowan, a jolt of electricity waking him up from a terrible nightmare, only there was no waking up, if not only a moment of respite.
“I’ve been better, but now that I’m alone with you, it’s definitely the best.” He chuckled as he put his beefy arms around her like the big beefy teddy bear that he was.