Katniss Pov.
I stared at myself in the mirror. I was in a skin tight black leotard, sexy black boots, and a thin black cape. My hair was curled into voluminous waves, and with the smoky eye shadow, bold eyeliner, and blood red lipstick, I had an extremely seductive and furious demeanor.
"So," I ask Cinna nervously. "You're actually planning to set me on fire?"
"That's the plan," Cinna said confidently. "It will capture the attention of the audience and everyone will forget who came before you."
Cinna took me down the elevator to the pavilion where all the tributes were gathering near there chariots. The roar of the crowd was deafening even with the giant steel gates that counseled our presents.
I looked around for Gale, confused with what to with myself without him. I finally gave up and settled myself next to one of our coal black stallions.
Gale's Pov.
I walked out of the elevator with confidence radiating from every pore of my body. I was happy with how our costumes were turning out. My stylist hadn't messed with my appearance to much except for when the waxed all the hair off my body. My hair was shiny, I was clean shaven, and my outfit fit me in a way that really showed all of my muscles. I don't usually think myself to be cocky but since I'm gonna die soon anyway, why not?
I started toward our chariot in search for Katniss. And what I found was a real shocker.
Katniss stood in a black leotard similar to mine but hers was much more form-fitting, highlighting every curve she had. She was wearing boots that highlighted her legs in the perfect way, and her hair was gently curled behind her. Her already beautiful eyes were outlined in bold black eyeliner and smoky eye shadow, and her gorgeous lips were blood red. She was simply the sexiest women I had ever seen.
I sucked in my breath and tried to control myself. Don't do anything stupid like trip over your own feet, I thought. Or kiss her.
It killed me to think what that might cause if something like that happened. I am so in love with her and I'm too scared to make the first move. She's only sixteen and I know she has never even kissed a guy. She detests the thought of marriage and kids and that's everything I want with her. The only thing that truly matters to her is Prim.
For almost a year I've restricted myself from making and kind of move because the thought of losing her was worse than never having her. God damn it! Why did you have to be so impulsive and volunteer! She could have won and some day she would have been yours you god damn idiot! All I ever wanted to do was tell her I loved her, but now I don't think I will ever get the chance.
Katniss Pov.
"Well," I heard a familiar drawl, "look what we have here."
I whipped around to face Gale. His hair was combed back, and he was wearing a similar outfit to mine. I had one look at him and I already knew that every woman in the Capital would want him. He was simply gorgeous.
"Wow," I said. "You look good Gale."
He chuckled. "I'm nothing next to you Katniss. You're stunning."
"Yes yes you're both gorgeous. Now!" Haymitch said, placing his hands on our shoulders. "Be friendly and be bold. You have a lot of competition."
"Don't worry," Cinna chuckled as he came up behind us. "Nobody will forget you."
He was carrying his torch of synthetic fire. As he reached over to light my cape I cringed. But instead of the sharp bite of flames I was expecting I just felt I light prickling sensation as the fire consumed me. "Perfect," Cinna whispered.
He lit Gale and we were told to climb into our carriage. The gates opened and the roar of the crowd hit us full force. "Remember, be friendly." I whispered to Gale.
As we started out on to the streets he whispered back, "I'll try."
The lights were stunning. In the moment it took for my eyes to adjust to the bright light the roar of the crowd rose to a fever pitch. It took me a moment to realize that the crowd was roaring for us. I look up to the huge screen and almost gasped. We were deadly looking, fierce, and beautiful.
I began to wave to the crowd and blow kisses. Gale was almost flirting with them, picking one woman every hundred feet to give charming looks and a beckoning gesture. We had the screen's attention ninety percent of the time.
Gale reached over and grabbed my hand. "Come on," he whispered. "They'll love it."
We lifted our hands in the air, united by district and partnership. I could see the Careers shooting us dangers as we rode back into the gates. The roar of the crowd was smothered almost entirely.
"Well done!" Effie cried. "Simply wonderful!"
"You two were noticed tonight. Good work," Haymitch said. "Let's go upstairs and get you settled in before dinner."
"You were great," Gale whispered in my ear.
"So were you," I said as we walked into the elevator and the doors shut behind us.
I really enjoyed writing from Gale's point of view in this. The whole point was to give you just a taste of his true feelings for her. Please comment and tell me what you thought!
