" iunia. i would say i'm surprised to see you, but this does seem like something that you would be all over. " finnick comes up to her, leaning against the buffet table with a small grin. this fundraiser ( for what, he couldn't remember ) was something that he had no desire to be at but it did beat watching children die for the next few hours. day three of the seventy - second was brutal, and he thinks of his boy tribute. fifteen. young, and terrified. he'd done nothing but cry on the way over. still, the victor shows no sign of distress, instead sipping at his drink, dimples on full display. @tridentide
FINNICK'S A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES , though she's never quite understood the hype , at least as far she's seen her friends drooling over him . too young , too unpolished , no matter how many coats of paint they could cover him in . nothing could ever quite mask the inherent lack of gentility in the way he moved , held his face , speaks as if they are equals . but she plays nice , at least he's usually a fun conversation .
❝ guilty as charged . ❞ her tone is smooth , calm as can be . but isn't it always ? for someone not born into the family , she likes to think she plays the part well . her pockets were certainly lighter after the evening's polite pledges to the cause , some old friend's gala going to benefit something she hardly cared about . maybe it was for funding internships for the academy students , but maybe that was last week ? this one must be for the panem orchestra . yes ! her assistant had sent over notes on it .
her own drink finds its way to her mouth , though the liquid hardly passes her lips at all . she's nursing the thing , never one to imbibe too heavily where cameras were involved . ❝ i'd been meaning to send you a note , ❞ iunia insists as if they were friends , though she knows as well as any that they most certainly are not , ❝ my little one , celsa , she just thinks you're brilliant . she asked me to tell you how much she admired your look at the interviews this year . ❞
