"Why don't we dance, like the good old days, Thorn. I miss back then when we didn't have a war going on outside."

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"Why don't we dance, like the good old days, Thorn. I miss back then when we didn't have a war going on outside."
Things We Lost in the Fire || Thorn and Nova
dauntlessmutiny
“Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick.”
After Nova walked off stage, ever thing seemed to move at hyper speed. Her hand went to grip the thin, sheer fabric of her dress as she moved to sit down on the stairs backstage. It all seemed to happen so fast. The engagement. The interview. Her life was spiraling down into a big mess, giving Nova a hellish migraine. The world was spinning, even while sitting down. She tried to listen to what Thorn was saying but, she was concentrating so hard on not getting sick all over the backstage area. She could have blamed it on her pregnancy but, she wasn’t in the mood for lying anymore – she wasn’t okay and she didn’t want to pretend that she was happy. Not when she was truly in pain.
Leaning back on her palms, Nova took in a deep breath, allowing herself to unwind after the stress of being on stage. She could still hear the cheers of the audience even after the show ended and it made her heart ache – shatter into pieces like it was made of glass. Even with the crowd, she picked up bits and pieces of what Thorn was saying and she could tell that he meant every word he said, which was a sigh of relief.
“I don’t hate you, Thorn. I never could. I love you more than I love myself at times. I just feel like this is just because I’m pregnant and your father can’t have a Ravenscroft born out of wed-lock.” Nova muttered, glancing down at her knees as she brought them to her chest. “I just feel like that should have been private. I don’t care if you were distracting them from what I said but, I could have did that myself. God, I’m able to act on my own, Thorn. You know that. I don’t need a knight in shining armor every time I’m in danger. I can take care of myself but god, is my life a mess right now.”
Nova wasn’t going to lie to herself – She had a lot to figure out once she returned to her new home in District One. She would have to prepare for a child, a marriage, and whatever Capitol segments they wanted her to do. All at once, she was also trying to heal. How could she become a good mother when she couldn’t take care of herself or control the words flying out of her mouth? While in her train of thought, the sound of slow clapping became audible. Turning her head around to the source of the noise, she noticed a man in his late twenties, maybe, with dark hair, light tan skin. He was dressed in Capitol garb and a smirk was plastered on his lips – and his voice dripped of sarcasm.
“Well, congratulations nephew. You two fooled a bunch of idiots.” The man’s smirk broke into a smile as he held out his hand to Nova. “My sister’s words didn’t do any justice to your actual beauty. My nephew did a great job with this one. Better than that Ruby chick that was after you a year and a half ago. She did mention how your mouth was like weapon but of course, all of Panem saw that disaster but, it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Mellark – and welcome to the family. I’m Axel Jade, his mother’s brother. I’m the current head Gamemaker and I loved working with you last Games. The goriest Games we’ve seen yet. The highest ratings – It was truly lovely.”
dauntlessmutiny wanted to meet the victor.
Victor this. Victor that. Their names are blurring together, though one single, frail thread connects them all --they've all won the Games.