I wrote this in twenty minutes – woah. And yeah, I am trying to write almost all hg pairings – and wot?
break me
She stood on the edge of seemed like forever but was only the next few weeks of her life, and Glimmer smiled. She gave her District what they wanted, and they gave her no family and no sanity left. That's what made her so perfect: no concision; so she could do anything to succeed.
Glimmer had no family, because they disowned her when she was only ten.
You're not strong enough
Glimmer, use your fists
Glimmer!
And so, when they left her, she fought against the sea of stares and whispers, and she fought her way into seven years of hell. But standing on the edge of what seemed like forever but was only the next few weeks of her life, Glimmer fell victorious.
'You're District One, Glimmer, am I right?' The District two boy, Cato, she thought his name was, smiled and smirked and reached down and stole her kiss. She pulled away and slapped him and walked over to where Marvel stood, with their escort, talking to this year's chosen mentor.
But, later, in her room, tucked up in bed with her mind places other than the glitzy, wonderful Capitol, she touched her lips and promised herself they'd kiss again, but on her terms.
And they did.
It was after the second day of training, and he cornered her before she was about to go the elevator. He whispered words and secrets into her hair. Before Glimmer pulled away and kissed him, because Glimmer wanted things her way from now on. He kissed her back, and okay, maybe she felt something root her to the spot, but she'd never admit to it, so shut-up.
And then she pulled away completely, leaving him with a smile and a smirk and a lingering gaze, before she got in the elevator, and went up.
And that night, in the inbetween place again, she smiled to herself because this was the most fun she had had since she was nine and incorrigible – and, okay, maybe she missed those days shrouded in innocence.
The kissing continued and continued, until on the last night before they went into the arena they met and did more than kiss, and she admitted things she'd never admitted before. And he held her and felt something he'd never felt before. He kissed her again and the kiss was terribly dissimilar to every-other kiss they'd shared – it was soft and gentle and asked the question they both were too scared to ask: Who wins? Because they knew it would be one of them, even if it couldn't be both.
I might do a follow up on this, idk
