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  Seemingly, it was more difficult for Glimmer to allow her lips to stretch in a grin that matched his own. There was something about the look in his eyes that clued her in to the falsity of his expression, but she was the only one who would catch on.

  There's a moment where she falters, corners of her mouth twitching to a downward position because this was the end; not only of this year's Games, but of her own existence.

  At least she could go with some semblance of peace, that she had done what she set out to do; bound and determined. Now here he was, Marvel, in front of her-- alive and vital, though there was blood trickling down his face from the narrow escape they'd made as the mutts chased after them. A momentary closing of her eyes and she couldn't get the sight of bared teeth and the coppery tang of blood from flooding her senses.

  She pushed it aside, the horrible thoughts, knowing she wouldn't be plagued with them for much longer. There were no longer any threats in his way and he would live; the thought brought a true smile to her face.

  Again, it fell as she let her gaze scan over his features, allowing herself to memorize how he looked shrouded in the glow of potential victory.

  Foreboding pressure build behind her eyes and she shifted the blue hues away from him, hiding the emotion that she couldn't reveal to him in the moment that she needed desperately for him to be strong.

  Her fingers found the hilt of the knife that was tucked into her belt and they wrapped around it before placing it carefully in the palm of his hand.

  Thumb stroking his finger absently for a moment, she met his gaze, a small smile of something like encouragement etched on her face. She could only hope that her eyes told him everything that he would need to know as her gaze burned into his.

  A hand moved up, shifting blonde strands back from her shoulder; chin tilting to expose the pale skin of her neck to him.

         “Marvel, I'm pregnant.”

   It was so much easier to say it to her own face, to someone who already knew. Her confidence truly was believable, but telling Marvel would leave her uncharacteristically stuttering and wringing her hands together in nervousness. After all, there had never exactly been a label on what the two shared, the more than friendship, but never relationship that had only turned more intense since his returning from the Games.

                                                        The Games; 

                                              What if he would be angry?                                               What if he didn't want this?

   After all that he had been through, she wouldn't be surprised. The new victor didn't owe her anything, really, but the admittedly vulnerable part of her needed him with her every step of the way. She was terrified.

                                   “---- What do we do?”

   It wasn't a moment after the words had left her lips that she knew they were meant for him and she was pulling a jacket and shoes on before heading out the door.

   Her fingers moved rapidly across the screen of her cell phone, letting him know about her arrival and had hardly even sent before she was traipsing up the front steps of his new home; astounded by the grandeur of the newer mansions in the Victor's Village. 

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15: last kiss

   The campfire had flickered down to nothing but reddened embers, still burning just enough to emit a small amount of light. Most of the luminescence, however, came from the moon that floated above their heads; perfectly round and bright white against the inky blackness of the night sky. A part of Glimmer couldn’t help but think that it was too perfect, something else that was faked within this Arena. Nearly everything about her empathized and she ached to give up her own act.

   Soft snores emitted from the hulking figure sleeping next to her and she rolled her eyes, skin crawling and wanting nothing more than to get away for just a moment or two; forget that she had to pretend, forget the pained looks that she caught too often on Marvel’s face when he thought that she wasn’t looking.

                                Marvel.

   The mere thought of him and her eyes were flicking up to land on his supine form; an arm rested over his forehead, head turned up at the same night sky she’d been watching moments ago. The blonde knew him well enough to comprehend that he was still awake, had seen him laying like that next to her more times than she could count. The memories washed over her like a flood, the whispered words that left their lips told like precious secrets to hang in the air between them before they were gone for good.

   It didn’t take more than a moment’s hesitation before her will had completely diminished, the act meant little to nothing when she knew that she was hurting the man across the way. Quickly, she gathered herself up off of the ground and literally crawled across the floor of the forest and over to him. Gingerly, she lifted his arm, wrapping it around her before cuddling into his side.

   “I’m sorry,” she whispered, shifting her chin up to look at him, happy to find that the green eyes she’d come to love were focused on her as well; that he hadn’t moved her or shifted away.

   Not a word was said in response, but he didn’t have to; she could read his expressions more easily than the printed words of her favorite stories. A moment and she was shifting upwards, propping herself up on hand before letting the other cup his face, thumb drifting carefully along the contour of his cheek bone. There was no hesitation now, as she leaned down to press her lips to his, receiving more enthusiasm in his return than she had expected.

   Hearts bounding, their lips moved in a frenzied desperation; Marvel shifting up to grip a large hand around her waist as he shifted their position, laying her down. He hovered above her for just a moment, the locking of their gazes almost too intense.

                                                “—— I love you.”

   It was a whisper and she hardly recognized her own voice, a nervousness nipping at her insides at the silence that hung between them; his expression now unreadable even to her before he finally broke the agonizing emptiness that rang in her ears. 

                                                                  “I've always loved you.”

   The low voice was like a beautiful melody as the words danced off of his lips and then she met them with her own once again, willing the morning not to come.

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     9 - Jawline kiss.

     It's the whirl of something skimming     by the raven's ear that causes her     skin to pale. The air tearing around     the sharpened point of a poorly thrown     knife. And hazel eyes will widen as she     watches the same person pull another     from their pocket----too fast for her to     grab one of her own. But it stops,      and she doesn't understand.      Until she sees the boy fall forward     and hit the ground, silver spear     protruding out of his back and Marvel     standing behind him with a clenched jaw.

     She runs, then, into the forest at a high     speed to attempt to catch up to Cato.     Faint footfalls echo behind her, only     being able to assume they were coming     from Glimmer and Marvel. She was hopeful     it was them, at least.

     They're all sitting around a fire later     that night, blood staining flesh and     finding it difficult to stay awake. Cato     and Glimmer are the first to fall asleep,     leaving the career's from one and two,     respectively, awake. And Clove will slowly     slide her way over to Marvel, hesitance     strewn all over her face.

          "I----um, I want to thank you for before. You could've just left it, I might've been able to get him before he got me." She pauses briefly, face contorting because she knows that's a lie. She would've been as good as dead if Marvel hadn't done anything.