(I own nothing. Dedicated to Zero, for her ShipFic.)
Cashmere almost cried when Gloss was reaped.
Gloss smiled when Cashmere was reaped.
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Cashmere watched in horror as the spike sunk into her brother's chest. She hoped that he's survive.
Gloss gazed on calmly as the boy from District 4 sent his knife flying into Cashmere's chest. He knew she'd make it.
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Cashmere held her breath as Gloss faced his last opponent. She couldn't bear to watch her brother die (or win, but that would hurt her even more).
Gloss laughed as Cashmere stared down the last little girl left. He stood and got some pie to eat while they fought.
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Cashmere wanted to kill every woman who sent flowers and chocolates to her brother. They would just fall for the next male victor, and he meant nothing to them.
Gloss dumped a new batch of letters from Cashmere's fans on the oak table. He called for his sister, counting the mail. Twenty-three new poems, stories, and marriage proposals for her. He smirked as her distressed face appeared around the corner.
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Cashmere stared at President Snow as if he was speaking a different language. Then, without speaking, she took her brother's hand.
Gloss felt the smooth fingers wrap around his. He didn't want to believe that his little sister would be ripped away from him (again).
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Cashmere stared at the sky of the arena. She looked over at Gloss and said, "I think I worry about you too much."
Gloss thought a bit before replying to Cashmere. But when he did, neither of them could deny what the other had said. His sister almost cried when he told her, "I think I don't worry about you enough."
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Cashmere was glad that the sea water hid her tears. It almost felt good when Johanna's axe found its way into her stomach.
Gloss lived just long enough to see his sister one last time. He saw the flash of steel. He saw the tears (she could never hide them). He saw the look that she gave him right before darkness overcame his eyes. The look of thanks.