Reign of Love || Natalark
It was so unfamiliar, so strange and foreign to her, yet, so, so familiar. The soft crunch of leaves beneath her feet as she stumbled along the dirt path, her small hands clutched and intertwined with the man beside hers'. Her eyes were covered by the scarf she'd kept wrapped around her neck on the train ride over, at the insistence of her fiance who'd now become her eyes as they continued through the pathways of District Seven.
The war was over. Finally, they lived in a world Nat had never known. A world of peace. Really, she hadn't been the only one. All of the people of this country hadn't known a peacetime like this, one without oppression or the Hunger Games haunting around ever corner, year after year, ready to destroy families and communities with the uttering of just a simple name.
Natalie hadn't even known that much; she was released into this world of war and destruction, born in it and of it, meant to be a weapon utilized for it. But here the blonde was, stumbling through the streets with the occasional giggle, holding Clark's hand as tightly as she could, wondering what on earth he was off to show her.
"Clarky, w'almost there yet?" She asked, pointlessly looking around, attempting to squint through the makeshift blindfold. "Bit chilly," She added, stepping a bit closer to him, trying not to fall over his shoes. "What're y'off bein'll secret 'bout?"







