I've done clove and I've done glimmer and marvel, so I think Cato deserves this.
give me Eden.
Eden had blonde hair. He remembered that she had curled it the day of the reaping. The way she smiled and kissed him, not two hours before he was on the short train journey to the Capitol – he remembered it all. The way she cupped his cheeks and laughed against his mouth, because they were both so confident that he would volunteer this year – and win – and that she would do the same next year.
It was planned out in stone: Cato win, Eden win, get married and have a family of precious victors – it would be perfect.
But she was eden. Yes, that was her name, but she was also eden. The Garden of Eden: the place of perfection and sin: Eden. She was original sin, the way she sauntered into the room in the justice building. The way she smirked and held his lips in hers; the way she promised him forever if only he won; the way she whooped when he was presented to District Two – sin.
Cato's family wasn't religious – actually, what family? – but he knew of sin and repentance and how those words described Eden in two completely different perfect ways.
He ran, straight to the cornucopia, and he could only hear her voice, mocking in a sense, whispering promises of forever into his ear. And then, "I love you, Cato," and then he was gone, falling into the arms of the devil, into the Garden of Eden.
He was dying, and he wanted to scream out her name, he wanted to shout out how sorry he was that he was going to die, and with that so would their love, but he was too cowardly, and maybe that's why when he finally died he went to the Garden of Eden again, for only a second, and then straight to hell.
i suddenly like religious reference, idk. i think i might make eden appear again, idk, i think i like her.
leave me prompts/pairings, pleeease?
also, review?
ta, loves.