#(mj.)

𝐄𝐧𝐠▮Christmas with my beloved MalVita 🎀✨

christening this one with a banger.

"how do you do it?" she questioned as she took the seat next to cashmere, one of the few people she'd let in since her own victory. "everyone always watching? the touching? do they think they have the right to do that?" five years she'd been a victor, but it'd only started happening over the last year or two. and now... now with the damn suit her stylist had put her in - don't get her wrong she was thankful for not having to wear a dress but still - now it seemed their eyes lingered more, the touches to her shoulders or upper arm settled longer. she wanted to scream. and justice's 'he's looking at you.' didn't help. her eyes flickered over her shoulder before she swallowed back the rest of what was in her glass and settled it on the tabletop. "i don't know if I can do another twenty-five years."