Just a drabble. I don't even know if I'm taking this seriously, it's just something that I scribbled down when I couldn't sleep.
Katniss POV
Enfolded in Effie's arms with my cheek pressed against hers, I can catch the scent of her hair. I don't know whether it is from her pink wig or the natural hair I have never seen beneath it, but still the fragrance is unmistakeable.
Roses.
Not the sickly sweet, genetically altered roses from President Snow's garden, but a genuine, pure aroma that makes my nose tingle and my hands tighten as they rest uncertainly on her waist.
Here in Effie's arms, I'm torn between feeling completely safe, and knowing that I'm endangering her life with every moment I spend with her. But my thoughts soon soften and fade with the scent of flowers in her hair drawing my attention like pheromones. Effie's lips tickle my ear, the soft sounds of her breathing and the muted murmurs of her trying (and failing every time) to say something, but it is whispered into my hair and forgotten.
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, feeling the ever-present tensing in my body now relaxing as I breathe in deeply through my nose and mouth, almost trying to consume the scent of roses, the scent of Effie, so sweet and delicate that I can almost taste it. Perfume, petals and powder. Lipstick, roses and silk. Effie.
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