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Cato and Sky by the sea in District 4. Which is your favourite?

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I’m sure you all know which scene this AI generated artwork is of!

What do you think?

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Cato in leather hanging out by the sea. He clearly didn’t realise it was much warmer in District 4

Which is your favourite?

(As always made by AI)

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Drabble: Cato's thoughts on Sky

Reviewer08 requested “When Cato first noticed Sky, from his point of view”

The first time I saw her was watching the replays of the Reapings, on the train heading for the Capitol. It wasn’t a great first impression, seeing as she basically threw her guts up in fear. No one in District 2 would do that; lose control, composure like that. Clove snorted beside me, muttered something about it being pathetic, and then the Reapings went on. I thought briefly about the girl who had thrown up in terror, as I got ready for bed, but it was a passing thought.

I had already dismissed her from the competition in my mind.

The first time I really saw her was at the Tribute’s Parade. She was beautiful, with a softness to her that puzzled me. Her partner stood protectively beside her, less natural with the crowds and the attention, but she smiled and waved, sweet and innocent. She was beautiful, and as the carriage moved off I saw the light play over her dress, silhouetting her form for a moment, revealing soft curves for an instant.

She was still not competition, but she was nice to look at.

The first time I payed close attention to her was at the Training centre. She was handling a spear, her grip the one of someone slightly familiar with the weapon, but lacking in confidence. Everyone else had left, she was alone, and I seized my chance to intimidate her. Pawns are always useful, and if she fears me she will obey me. Only she did not. She did not submit and I felt something growl inside me. Who did she think she was? She was just the weakling from 4, throwing up in fear. How dare she defy me. Me, the future Victor of these Games.

Not competition, but I had a new competition with myself to break her.

The first time I admired her was after the obstacle course. The one she did three times to try and prove herself. I can respect strength, and the bit of fire she showed us, by throwing the baton towards us…well…it made the game more interesting. She was not worthy of true respect, not yet, but she had more going for her than the nobodies that milled around the training centre. They were sheep for the slaughter. Her…I would take my time with.

There needed to be a little competition.

The first time I truly lusted after her was after the rooftop, her warm, soft body yielding against mine, the submission, the feeling of her pulse fluttering against my lips, my teeth. She used it against me, used it to flee my hold. It made her more desirable, something to possess, to own. She would be mine, properly mine, her body and then her life. Then I would be free of her, and be a Victor.

This new competition was fascinating to me.

The first time I saw her as more than a Tribute, more than a beautiful body. The first time I saw her as Sky, the girl from 4 was after I realised she had saved me in the Arena, how she had taken me in, looked after me, healed me. She feared me, I could practically smell it, but she still helped me, not out of fear, or responsibility or anything like that. She helped me because she did not want me to die. I pushed her away, angry even as I craved her mouth again. She intoxicated me, and I realised this game had gone too far. It was too real.

I left the competition, vowing to leave her behind.

The first time I was afraid for her was when I heard her scream, a scream of pure terror. The sight of her pinned by 10 going limp under his body, drowning in the water. The rage I felt was nothing I’d ever felt. I knocked him away from her, concussing the bastard as I pulled her out of the water. She lived; her breathes coughing up the water even as she lay there on the bank, unconscious. I killed 10 messily, with fury. How dare he touch her, she was mine.

It wasn’t a competition anymore. Not for me.

The first time I ached for her was watching Darrien die. I could not help, I could not heal. I could only kill; it was my singular gift, my solitary talent. She was lost in his passing, but Clove asked her who had done it. This I could do for her, hunt down that bitch responsible, and kill her myself. It would not give her back Darrien, but perhaps it would give her, give Marvel, give me…a small measure of peace.

This game, it was no longer a Game.

And I was lost. It was not what I’d trained for.

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Drabble: Finnick watches Sky save Cato

CatoSkyOBSESSED requested “Some Finnick watching the Games…”

 ~*~

“She’s trying to kill me!”

The door had just opened to allow Mags into the District 4 control room, leaving the reception hall where Sponsors of the District 4 Tributes could gather, eat fine food and wine and discuss the Tributes they were sponsoring. She had seen up on the screens, situated throughout the opulent room that Sky had managed to drag Cato all the way back to her Cave. Darrien was in the lake at the moment, slathering mud on his stingers and listening to the girl from 2 growling about all the disemboweling she would do when she got her hands on the girl from 12.

Mags discreetly excused herself from the reception and headed back into the actual control room, where Finnick was pacing up and down, raking his fingers through his bronze hair.

“Do you see?” he pointed dramatically at the screen before him, where Sky got Cato settled before heading back out into the world, “She took him HOME with her? Like he was an injured puppy! HE IS NOT AN INJURED PUPPY!”

He threw himself down into his chair and let his head fall on his arms, cushioned on the desk with a thump. A dramatic fake sob left him and Mags rolled her eyes.

“Stop that.” She scolded him, “You knew she didn’t have the killer instinct.”

“There is killer instinct and then there is taking the killer instinct personified home with you,” Finnick wails, one hand coming up to flail wildly once more. Mags discreetly removed the mug of coffee from next to him. He’d go crazier if he spilt coffee all over his controls and wasn't able to do anything.

“She’s safe for the moment.” Mags soothed, patting his head lightly, “Besides, the boy fancies her. He won’t kill her now.”

“But she’ll have given away her hideout!” Finnick moaned, “Do you know how perfect that cave is for her? Seriously?”

“I know Finnick, but she’s being Sky. You can’t expect her to act like someone else now.”

“I was hoping that red head would rub off on her.” Finnick sat up, glaring at the screen again where his Tribute was listening in on the Careers talking about Cato, “She’s so practical it hurts.”

“Stop that.” Mags flicked his ear gently, “You did not think that. Sky is who she is and you love that about her. You’d be sad if she became all mercenary.”

“She’s killing me Mags…” Finnick turned his best puppy eyes on her, “I’m going to go grey like you, before my time.”

“You’re a overgrown child Finnick Odair.” She flicked him once more, “And a bratty one at that. Now…go away and find some sponsors to help your Tribute. I think her move got quite a bit of attention…people were entering the hall when I was leaving.”

“You’re so mean to me.” Finnick stood and moved away as Mags took her seat in front of Darrien’s panel, watching her Tribute and the one from 1 kissing gently. Finnick watched for a moment too and then he kissed the top of Mags head, “Call me if anything happens.”

And then he headed out to the reception hall.

~*~

You're killing me here sweet cheeks. If he kills you I'm never talking to you again. Keep him warm – F

“She’s right,” Mags informed him, amused despite herself, “You are still a complete ass.”

“I hate you both.” Finnick drawled back, watching Sky gently wrap Cato up in her blanket, “But I hope she knows what she’s doing…”

The two mentors sit in silence, just watching their Tributes, waiting for something to unfold.

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Gone by Ioanna Gika

This song is the one that I imagine Sky singing as she sings Darrien back to the sea, or one very similar to. The particular line that I love from this is:

"What brings us together is what pulls us apart,

Gone our brother, gone our heart."

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