It would be easy to simply cut the Careers throat, take any supplies he had on him and leave. There was something that stopped him from doing that. The voice inside him mind screaming at him to do it — Stop wasting time. It would look bad on TV if he suddenly couldn’t go through with what they had been put in the arena to do. He could loose some of the sponsors that he had gotten throughout it. But he could not bring himself to do it. Maybe a bit of surprise given the fact that he had made his distaste for the Careers known as soon as they arrived in the Capitol before the Games? It didn’t matter that he had bantered back and forth with Marvel during training. There could be something there, of course, and it wasn’t that much of a surprise. Round up twenty four kids to stick them all in one in one place and there was sure to be something like that. Green hues snapped back to the other’s face at the sound of the other’s voice. Expression remained the same despite the sudden thrum under his skin. Knife pressing tighter against Marvel’s neck like some sort of promise. There were thousands, maybe even millions, of people watching them at that exact moment. Ryder hated the idea. There was no warning as he surged forward, lips messily claiming Marvel’s, the knife never moving from his neck. It was not the soft and sweet first kiss that you typically imagined. / @feigncourage ; cont.
