#lysander.augustus

lysander watched from backstage, eyes glued to the screens as each tribute took the stage, an arm folded across his chest while a finger rubs at his lips as he thinks. so lost in thought, that they barely notice their cousin's approach, turning after a moment to raise a brow at her.

"purple is quickly become associated with you. and him." they muse, turning back to the screen. their tone wasn't accusatory or even upset—although the color being worn by them both again did not escape their notice. "are you quite sure that's a good thing?"

they always had to watch what they said, what they did -- that ever present threat of president snow loomed over them, perhaps tonight more than ever given that lysander was in the man's house. a surprising move, one that certainly caught him off guard. they couldn't help but wonder the motivation for making such a play. but as they socialize and drink, it was hard to tell that he was thinking of anything more than the glass in his hand. an act they had spent years perfecting. but it slips -- for just a moment it slips when they catch sight of that victor wearing augustus's handiwork. it might have gone unnoticed by most. but given lysander's history -- it should come as no surprise that they are very familiar with that particular shade of purple. and snow would be as well. it didn't take long for them to track down their cousin after that. "what an interesting color choice." they muse, moving to stand next to augustus. the underlying meaning was easily read no doubt, lysander knew. "dare i ask what was going through your mind when you picked it?"

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