starter: closed where: the tribute ball who: gabriel & dante ( @riiseandfall )
gabe was fucking livid. there was a fire that ripped through him like a match in a bone dry forest. a twelve was one thing. that’s something else entirely. the fact that dante had chosen to parade himself around so fucking boldly in front of the capitol elite and the president that he was wearing his target upon his back like some kind of badge of honour. did he want a cookie? or did he want some peacekeeper to carry him away and not even make it to the games? he had been on a warpath trying to find his idiot of a victor slash tribute. and once his eyes were set upon him? the stylist more or less pushed people out of the way seeking him out, grabbing a hold of his wrist and hauling him into a dark corner away from prying eyes. “what the FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT?!” he more or less roars, letting go of dante with a fling of his arm. “do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing?! or has being in the capitol so long made your fucking mind into nothing but beads rattling around in your skull?!”