Okay I apologize for the lack of updates for a while, I have been very busy with school, I am however out sick today so I am taking the time to write. And now that i'm done making excuses, I would like to be able to update this story every weekend, i am going to TRY to do this, i make no guarantees, seeing as i am not sure what my schedule holds yet.
I am take up one shot prompts I will choose the ones I think I will be able to write and post them as Chapters to 'Dance on Our Graves'. I will Credit the person(s) who submits an idea I choose. The Credit will be at the beginning or/and the end of the chapter. This will continue until i inform everyone that i won't be taking prompts anymore, but until then, please if you would like to help me out PM me your idea that you wouldn't mind me using, or if you want a one-shot written for whatever reason.
P.S All Ideas will be written as chapters to this story!
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He saw little of her during the next two days. They fell into a bit of a pattern she would train all day, he would sketch, they would all eat dinner together, then he found himself at her door one night asking how training went.
"It went fine. Spent some time at the plant station, even though i didn't really need it." she says, moving out of the way allowing him to enter her room.
"Why is that?" he asks, a hint of a smile appears on her lips as if she's remembering something.
"My dad. He taught me and my sister how to identify poisonous plants." she says, her dad. He politely doesn't bring it up, but he can't deny that he's curious about the girl's father.
She hardly talks of him, but he's never heard anything negative about him. He only saw the mother at the reaping as she held little Prim back. Where was her father? Cinna was curious, but he didn't pry. If she wanted to tell him, she would.
"Ah, well then the odds are in you favor just a little more." he says, she shrugs,
"More than it was the day Prim's name was called." she says,
"You really love your sister don't you?" he asks, Katniss nods;
"More than anything."
Cinna just looks at her with kind gentleness, Katniss doesn't mind this at all cause she's tired, she just wants someone to listen, even if she doesn't say anything.
She's got this kind of love,
Why don't we let her know?
She's got this kind of hope.
Why don't we let her know?
Cinna takes note as he looks at her, her eyes tired, the raging flame he's used to seeing in them, dies down to a mere spark. Her facade falls a bit and her poster slumps slightly as she rubs her temples.
Cinna feels a brief twinge of guilt for having to watch her go through this, but he is determined to mold this into something that will change Panem. She sparked defiance in him... and maybe a bit more?
As he wraps am arm around her shoulders carefully, as he didn't know how she would react to being comforted, he wonders just how everything is going to turn out. She relaxes at his touch and even leans in a bit closer to him. together they sit like that for several moments.
Maybe she got what she came for.
Lying quiet on the pine floor.
Don't be scared i'm not here for your reasons.
"Cinna?"
"Yes."
"Tell me something?" he raises an eyebrow;
"How come you're so normal?" This question makes him think, Why didn't he cover him self in dye, and gems, and glitter, and other popular accesseries? He was silent for so long, that Katniss started to think she had offended him, that is until he answered.
"Because i believe that decorating yourself doesn't make you different. I mean it can, but not really in a way i am and want to be. I want people to notice the things i design before they notice me. And i don't look right in glitter." he says earning a grin from the girl.
Don't be scared, I'm just here for the radio,
that plays in the background, while your asking me
to go.
Its getting late. Cinna rises to go, Katniss follows still feeling as relaxed as she has been since she got here. Cinne turns and smiles at her;
"Get some rest, Girl on Fire. You have a big day tomorrow." he says softly, she nods; Something disconnects in Cinna's mind and he actually starts leaning towards her, his hand rises to lift her chin and for a moment her eyes flutter shut.
He shouldn't do this.
She's confused enough as it is.
She's about to go into the Games, and despite his belief that she can do this, there is still a slight chance things can go very wrong.
He changes his mind and kisses her forehead, strokes her cheek and then he's gone with a soft mutter of 'Goodnight'.
Katniss reopens her eyes when the door closes and walks over to her bed wondering what just happened.
Cinna sighs as he strides back to his room. He could get into trouble for showing intrest in a tribute right before the games. Yet he finds himeself not minding that much.
That night as she lays awake unable to sleep she scolds herself for letting her guard down. Even if it was only for a minute.
Maybe she shouldn't have let him get that close.
Maybe he should have kissed her.
Maybe he'll get the chance one day.
Maybe she'll help them all.
Maybe.
More words!:P Sorry not done yet! This chapter was kind of inspired/( stuck in my head) by the song 'Maybe' by Julia Stone, I changed a few of the lyrics for different reasons, but nothing major. I like this song very much, though it doesn't really go with the story but oh well:P
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