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it has been ten days since the outbreak from the arena. time has not frozen, rather events move faster. beetee latier has made contact with the capitol since then. he knows that constantinus hasn't perished, at least as of yet. there is a relief there. perhaps beetee does regard him as a friend, rather than a colleague and mentee like he'd previously thought. it will be sad when coriolanus finds no purpose for his grandson anymore. the mentor has worked out the scenerios ; for once, the odds seem to not be in con's favor. beetee seeks out his relative out of an unsaid obligation.

it seems she had been put in a family unit, which surprises beetee. near cora was a young children running about. as far as latier knows, the young woman doesn't have a son or more family here. he does not dwell too much on it however. she seems to be doing well ; he will have to relay that information to constantinus somehow. what does not shock him however is that the capitolite is inquiring about her family. the snow granddaughter is timid in her question, almost like cora is rhetorical. the victor wonders if she truly wants an answer.

" are you meaning why constantinus hadn't made it to thirteen ? " he asks, letting a pause linger for perhaps a moment too long. " nothing in particular to my knowledge. i assume he swapped his place here for you. he must have felt that you were a more optimal choice for thirteen. statistically speaking, i don't believe there would have been much chance for both of snow's grandchildren to get to this districts without causing a panic. these are only my assumptions though. "

when: day sixty-two

who: enobaria & ezra (@snowfuls)

seven a.m. of course, there's no sun to confirm that the clock could be even remotely right. it's particularly eerie in the white walls of the medical wing, even if the last thirty six hours have been exciting ( though not in the pleasant sense. ) on a technical basis, visiting hours are not twenty-four hours. if it wasn't for the quick nature of everything and the varying states of those rescued from the capitol, ezra thinks leniency wouldn't be offered and extended - not in a district so hard on structure and regulation. they would have to pry the man as he dug his fingers into the drywall before he was seperated from thea ellis for more than a matter of minutes. the longest he's gone is a few hours since the night of the rescue, and that was only when his better half had been given a sleep aid. and even then, he sat but eighteen inches away in a chair.

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Finnick is affectionate for sure. He is a person who loves deeply and it is important to him that he expresses those feelings. It's very difficult for him to, however, given the pressure from the Capitol and the looming threat that everything he loves could be taken from him in an instant, so for both platonic and romantic love, he's careful with it.

If he had the freedom to, he would happily engage in PDA. Holding hands. Little kisses here and there. Gentle touches. Finnick wants the world to know he is in love, truly, but it just isn't safe. In a world where there is so Capitol, no expectation for him to maintain the identity that has been forced upon him, he would be very open about his affections.

grandfather and favorite grandchild share an umbrella between the two of them. of course, one of the manor's staff is holding it. they're keeping enough distance and respect that they do not feel intrusive to the moment. rain is light, a mild pitter pattering at best. it would be needless to saunter from the main entrance to one of his town cars with the unpleasant elements. interview days are splendedly busy, so he's delighted at cordelia accepting his invitation to lunch.

his love is selective, which the president assumes everyone's is. unconditional love was impossible. all care comes with some sort of condition. it's much easier to care for his grandchildren over his own offspring. and within that generation, cordelia shines above the rest. she's the apple of his eye, and hopefully the legacy the snow name deserves. his heart swells at the grand potential that cordelia possesses at her very fingertips.

heeled dress shoes narrowly miss puddles as they make it to the luxury vehicle. the driver is obediently waiting, beaming while he opens the backseat's door. the president allows his granddaughter to enter first. ( he has manners ! ) gracefully, he slides in beside her. door closes behind them before he speaks. " i do hope you plan on joining your grandmother and i to caeser flickerman's interviews this evening, my dear. "