My first Hunger Games drabble, written for Booky :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea that inspired this. This drabble is also part of the drabble collection "When you wish upon a star", written for Booky by the members of the Fire Is Catching forum.
Enjoy!
Fire.
They watch the flames and sparks, each lost in their own thoughts.
Their first year of taking part in the Hunger Games. Most would consider it an honor, but they don't know what to think anymore.
He is unsure. This is a job he loves, to create beauty out of fabric and cloth, to lose himself in his creativity, but just thinking about the children who will wear his creations makes him feel guilty and sick. So young, so innocent, and destined to die for the entertainment of the people of the Capitol. That is why he chose District 12, the least desirable District. He wants to make those children shine, to be loved, to give them a small chance of winning the Games. It is the least he can do for them.
She is confused. This is what she wanted, is it not? To work with what she loves, to design and to dazzle the Capitol citizens with her creations? But... But why is there an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach, a voice in her head telling her that this is wrong? She had wanted to be a stylist so badly, but now she is not sure whether it is what she really wants and there is no way out. Now it is her job to dress up the children of District 12, to help them in any way she can. And she will, because she feels as if she owes it to them.
They look at each other, green eyes meeting blue, and they realize that they are not alone in this. That they will always have the other to support them and give them advice. That they are friends, partners, and nothing will ever change that. It is not much to hold on to, but it makes them feel better, much better.
"The coal-related outfits are bit overdone, don't you think?"
"Only a bit?"
They continue staring at the fire, their lips pulled upwards in the faintest of smiles.
