pairing: Kinna (Katniss/Cinna)
rating: various
word length: 500-1000 word length drabbles
order: random
summary: a series of prompts chronicling the complex relationship between cinna, the stylist and his tribute: katniss, the girl on fire. takes place primarily during thg. reviewers are encouraged to suggest prompt ideas for my consideration.
title: rebel
He watches the screen flicker to life and swirls the ambrosial liquor against the reflective inside of his wine glass. He's transfixed by the dark pallor that is District 12-the sea of people swelling and surging to life around a plain wooden platform. Their gray banner flutters wildly in the burgeoning power of the wind.
"Watching for what might be your latest Tribute?" Portia settles next to the androgynous stylist in the plush white recliner before the mounted television set.
"Something like that, yes," the stylist takes a controlled sip of the liquid in question and winces as it burns and slides down the column of his throat. He'd picked District 12 for a reason. They had tried ever so vainly to coerce him into a better District "you're too talented," they'd said. "Why would you ever want to work with such a difficut District? They're not exactly renowned for turning out memorable Tributes," they'd scoffed at him snidely. He'd said he'd known but he insisted on this District.
He'd insisted that promise glimmered beneath the veiling of coal dust and the perpetual smog staining the skyline.
He'd insisted.
"Primrose Everdeen," Effie Trinket's controlled Capitol accent rings out like a tinny bell over the crowd. There is the small fair-haired girl stepping out: her footsteps cautious and hesitant. She looks like a flower bending to the wind-like her namesake. She looks malleable. Then there is the sister-dark-haired, her thick hair wound in tightly wound plaits. There she is in a plain blue frock screaming that she'll "volunteer" as Tribute. She's a firecracker and the stylist, "Cinna," as Portia tries to call him out of his reverie-Cinna resolves to be the spark to her rousing flame. He will light her embers to life.
"Portia?"
"Cinna?" Cinna's female cohort smiles knowingly. She's one of the few people he allows to take a glimpse into the inner workings of his mind.
"Would you pass me my sketchbook please?"
"Is she the one?" Portia gestures to the girl known as 'Katniss' swallowing her fear, anxiousness and hunger on the crystalline screen.
But Cinna says nothing, only raising his hand to silence an amused Portia. He's already busy at work, jotting down notes, his dark hand a dizzying blur against the stark whiteness of the pages from his sketchbook. Portia chuckles. Katniss is selected as female Tribute for District 12. Cinna's mind turns, works and crackles to life.