Two sides of the same coin {love x mauve}

[k!ah]

m a u v e.

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Love Bellisario.

District two’s male tribute. 

Mauve had found her eyes following him around the training center once again. She found that she was fascinated by him, by the way he would smile at the tributes around him, one that would suggest kindness, encouraging them to trust him. Mauve wouldn’t be surprised if many fell for it, with a pretty face and charming words, she could see how many might fall into his trap, not knowing that within moment they had made a mistake, one that could very well prove to be fatal.

She had wondered when that trickster smile might be turned on her, Love Bellisario trying pry her open with sweet words, searching for a weakness to be exploited. But it seemed that smile was reserved everyone but her. 

and that kind of pissed her off.

She watched as he moved on to his next target, eyes burning with something close to jealousy. And jealousy never boded well with her, Beth knew that more than most. Beth and her mother- and possibly Atticus. No, Atticus was different. With him she had felt like she had lost control of the situation, he had tried to direct her, to dismiss her, as though she was nothing but an annoyance. 

Pushing herself to her feet she approaches him with a smile identical to the ones she had seen him throwing around, one that she would very much like to break. “Love Bellisario, isn’t it?” Though her smile is somewhat warm, her words are laced with ice.

“Call me inpatient… but it seems like you might have missed me on your rounds.” She pauses,  her smile slipping slightly, “So I thought I’d remedy that.”

[pogue]

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Mauve Morganstern.

Fuckin’ psycho gal from Three.

Love had known early on to avoid her, tearing the headshot of her he’d nabbed from the papers from his notebook and letting it permanently rest crumbled up in the trash. Danger recognizes danger, and Mauve Morganstern was danger incarnate, ruthless and bold and throwing her malicious intentions out for everyone in the world to see. Rumors from the trainers and his mentors had proved his theories true, missing animals and harshly cleaned bloodstains written into her legacy before the Games even started.

His hands wrap around the throwing knife, feeling cold metal lace itself into his fingertips as he balances the weight in his grasp. Motors whir and lights blare as the target range comes to life, training dummies beginning to chart their paths from left to right and up and down. His muscles tense and a breath catches itself in his lungs as he begins, launching the first knife directly into the head of the first dummy and focusing his eyes on the next target. It’s a flurry of tensed muscles and flying metal, spinning on his heel and using the momentum to drive the weaponry into the targets. When he’s finally finished the training range glows green for a few seconds, large screen at the back showing a display of different organs he’d hit and an overall score of success.

He curses under his breath, muttering which areas needed improvement before a voice cuts into and through his thoughts, laced with ice and sinister intentions. “Love Bellisario, isn’t it?”

You know my name, cut the shit. He thinks, arching an eyebrow as he turns to face the girl from Three. “The one and only.” He says quietly, narrowing his gaze as she continues.

“Trust me, I don’t miss anyone.” He says, cold tone contrasting the warm smile that is carved into his face. “Maybe you just gave me a reason not to approach, yeah?”