Katniss
We are going to war with the Capitol. Coin announced that seven districts had rebelled and the Capitol was upping the death toll. She said that there would be a small crew of fighters and faces of the revolution to be shown to audiences fighting the rebellion. I knew that Cato and I would apart of that team, as well as Finnick.
"I don't want you to go." My mother sat down at our table "Think of your health." The baby's health, I thought.
"I need to fight this, mom." She looked at me with sympathy. "It's my war." I ate small bits of my peas distastefully, they smelled bad. Everything smelled bad. I was secretly thinking that 13 was serving us rotten eggs to get us to want to go out and fight. If just for the promice of better food.
"Katniss is right." Cinna and Cato sat next to me. Cinna looked over at me and my mother, "She is the face of this revolution."
Prim and Finnick sat down across from all of us. Finnick looked up bashfully to Cinna's eyes. Finnick the ladies' man seemed -pardon the shock- smitten with Cinna. Who would have thought? The infamous Finnick Odair would finally fall in love, or at least have a man crush on my stylist?
Cato wrapped his arm around me and I scooted in, lying my head on his chest. I felt safe in his arms. I felt like a child. He weaved his fingers around mine and I felt his heartbeat in his palm.
"Katniss?" I heard Plutarch come up to me, "Can we borrow you for a quick fitting?"
I unwrapped myself from Cato's arms and took my roll with me. I followed Plutarch down the massive underground tunnels and into a dressing room. My makeup team wasn't there, just a huge floor to ceiling mirror and a black garment bag.
"Just give us your input." Plutarch left me alone in the room. I knew inside was something only Cinna could create for me. I unzipped the bag, ready to be surprised. I pulled off a note form the hanger.
Cato helped me with this look for you. We wanted something that would capture your spirit and yet show you as the way we see you. Don't worry, this is just for propos, I'll get you something more practical for the actual fighting. –C
I put the note on the dresser now intrigued. I pulled the dress out. My breath hitched in my throat as I looked at it up and down.
It was a beautiful lace gown. Blue, the exact color of Cato's eyes. The sleeves were long and sheer. But the most amazing part of the gown were the wings. I was supposed to be a mockingjay for the people. But I could defiantly see Cato's handiwork. The intricate white design draped down and turned into a smoldering blue from a mockingjay.
I slipped it on. The sheer lace was just covering enough so that the bullet scars wouldn't be seen. But it was sheer enough to make me look smoldering. I transformed into an angel before my own eyes. I looked beautiful.
I pulled down my hair and let it fall down my shoulders and cascade around the intricate lace patterns. I twirled and the dress flew from my ankles and spread out. I had never looked so beautiful. I felt myself crying. And I slipped off the dress and braided my hair back.
I looked in the mirror and thought about Cato. What if he didn't make it back from this mission? Coin had made it abundantly clear that she thought he was expendable. I stuffed the note in my pocket and held back tears as I walked out.
Cato
I was sitting up in our bed after lunch. Katniss had gone off with Plutarch for something. I pulled up the book I was reading and got lost in it.
It could have been seconds or minutes later but Katniss burst through the door. She had tears streaming down her face.
"Baby!" I tossed the book aside, "What's wrong?" She tackled me and pinned me down on the bed. She kissed me roughly and I felt my hands creep up to her waist, pulling her closer to me. I could taste her salty tears while she pulled her shirt off quickly and kissed my neck.
"Whoa" I managed to spit out, trying to think rationally.
"Shut up." She muttered in my ear. "I need you."
Her voice hiccupped and I realized what it was. She was kissing me like it was the last time she would be able too. She was worried about us returning from the Capitol. Well she should know that I would do anything in my power to have her come back. Hell, I don't even want her going in the first place. But I can't control her.
Her breathing became heavy as she pulled my shirt off and kissed my bare chest. I could feel myself losing my control. She knew just how to get me going.
I sat up and held her in my arms while I slowly kissed her tears and chest. I could feel her rapid heartbeat while I pulled her bra off and tossed it to the floor. She cupped my face and looked into my eyes.
"Don't leave me." She said, biting back tears. "I can't live without you."
"Never." I muttered, kissing her. And in that moment, I knew that I could never live without her either.