Just a little something I came up with. There might be more chapters if I get reviews.
I hope you enjoy and I obviously own nothing.
Cinna knew that in order for the revolution to become a success he would have to design extraordinary clothes for the tributes. Still sitting on the balcony in the cold night he could not think of anything at all and found his mind straying to nothing in particular.
"What do we do with coal?"
The voice startled him and he turned his head to find his partner leaning against the door, dark wavy hair falling below her shoulders and eyes blue like cold flames with a look as far away as he had been only moments before. A small smile stole its way on his lips.
"We burn it."
And with that the theme for the design was set. Cinna found himself already sketching away when he felt Portia sit down next to him. Together they could do it.