bite me? gladly {Liara x Mauve}

[k!ah]

Liara Arterius was somewhat of an enigma. Mauve had been watching her around the training center, and she seemed like the typical career. She moves like one, with predatory precision. Her skills with the weapons were exceptional. And yet She knew next to nothing about her. But Mauve planned to change that.

She had followed Liara from the dinning hall, sucking on a cola flavoured lolly pop she ran one sharp finger nail along the wall. Mauve hadn't had much trouble getting under most tributes skin. She knew for a fact that the boy from six and their child victor feared her. She knew that Red from eleven found her unnerving. She was pretty sure Atticus was nervous about her coming home, their houses side by side. He hadn't said so much, but after their accident on the train he had been cautious around her, she believed he was keeping his distance.

Liara stood by the elevator, waiting for it to silently whizz down to our level. Mauve approaches, pulling the lollypop from her mouth with a popping sound. She stands beside the bigger girl from two and when the elevator doors slide open she waits for her to slip in first before she follows suit, putting herself between the exit and Liara.

Mauve smiles at her, causally leaning against the doorway as she pushed the emergency stop button. The situation was very different to the moments she shared with Flynn. The young victor had been visibly uncomfortable with her presence, escaping Mauves clutches the moment the doors slide opening for him to run out.

"Liara Arterius," She begins, slipping the lollypop back into her mouth. "I don't like you very much." Mauve was nothing if she was not direct.

[Cato]

Sometimes a girl just needs break from training. It's not like my whole life revolved around this for many years, and training at the Capitol for all to see isn't my cup of tea. I don't like the idea of showing off to everyone, yet I have to make sure my skills are where they need to be. Thirty minutes here and thirty minutes there will work wonders. It shows that I'm strong and capable, but it never shows just how good I am.

I put my weapon back on the rack, and I'm heading back to my room so I can take a break and take off the mask and really be myself for a moment. It's hard putting on a smile in front of so many strangers all while keeping the façade going that I'm a strong career when I'm around these other tributes. It's exhausting. Being a career is exhausting, and I look forward to relaxing.

I press the elevator button, and it couldn't go any slower if it wanted to, and I wish it would hurry up so I can ignore the tribute moving towards me. It's almost as though time is standing still for me while it's moving rather quickly for her. She stops beside me, and I feel okay that I'll make it to my room without saying a word. I'm just two floors up. The door opens, and I hurry inside, and I stand there minding my own business.

She follows me in, and it takes everything I have to not roll my eyes. I guess the show must go on for a bit longer. I take a deep breath as the door closes, and she's standing in front of me, and she tells me that she doesn't like me. Not that it matters because I don't like her either. I don't like anyone here. "I'm going to kill you to win." I say without missing a beat. "Of course you don't like me." It's the truth. Nobody likes anyone here, and if they say they do, they're simply a bunch of liars.