it's always for the best
It's a soft and fluttery feeling she feels as she wanders down to meet him. Her head is light and her heart winning some sort of race with her head. She passes pretty flowers and people screaming their extravagance and wealth. Her palms are slightly clammy; she wipes them on her dress, trying at the same time not to trip over her own feet.
When Glimmer sees him, her heart lights up in vibrant colours and her head spins continually. Red sweeps across her vision, allowing her to see only the bold hue of his shirt. Blue then tinges the edges, his eyes shining brightly as he flashes her a brilliant white smile. Her stomach fills with a heavy weight – maybe a stone – but it's gone – poof – when he reaches out a takes her hand with startling gentleness.
The sky – an angry grey – hangs over them like a loaded promise. He kisses her in a desperate sort of way. His lips are attatched to hers and maybe nothing else matters. Her heart soars with hope. She sees the look in his eyes when they disentangle themselves and she tries to smile – but now she can't.
And then he kills her with words so sweet and soft and dangerous each and every one of them is a separate bullet, a hurtling knife aimed for her fragile heart, and she crumbles into his arms. His voice is almost melodic as he reveals the final blow, the dagger that he will plunge into her back, severing her spine and piercing her heart irreversibly. It's like the old saying 'killing two birds with one stone'. And yes, he is.
"Glimmer," he starts, and there is a distance between them that is startlingly new and doubly horrible. She feels cold and vulnerable. Marvel's eyes are closed off from her, but hers are a badly written riddle: too easy to solve. "I thought I had seen stars before I noticed you. But you, you burn brighter than even the highest burning star there is. You're just beginning." He steps closer. "We know what's going to happen. We know that, tomorrow, we'll be fighting against the biggest thing we've ever fought against. But – but I know you. And I know myself. And I know what's going to happen." He takes her hand. There's blood dripping down her front now. "I hope-" he draws in a shaky breath "-I hope you win. And – I love you."
She's dead now, at his mercy. She's almost screaming, but instead just clawing at his chest, begging him to take those words back. "Please," she whispers, panic rising up. She was once a glacier but now she's just water, melted by the sun; melted by Marvel. "Please take it back. I know what you're trying to say! You don't mean it! We – we might not even get into the games. TAKE IT BACK."
He grabs her flailing hands. "You don't get it Glimmer, do you? Would you like to be like those fools from district twelve? One of them is going to come back heart broken, torn. And I know how that would feel. I don't want that to be us, Glimmer."
He looks at her harshly, his heart breaking – crack – inside his chest. He's making her hate him. That way when she wins, you can move on and get married and have future Victors.
She inhales, avoiding his gaze. The fluttery feeling is gone; the butterflies have died and disappeared as if they were never there to begin with. The lay of cool ice has settled over her heart now, freezing it half broken, half whole. She forces the pain out of her mind, and she glances at him one last time before walking off leaving him with only an 'I hope you die first' and an exploding heart.
I have two things to say
One: the trees outside my dining room window look like skeletons this time of night; two: I have never loved writing anything as much as I have loved writing this. Glarvel has a little bit of my heart. As always, please request pairings/prompts/situations for me to write and I will eventually get around to writing it.
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