25. Glimmer and Gloss
Suggested by Pip:)
We sit around the fire. Clove, across from me throwing knives at passing animals. Cato, heating the end of his sword in the flames. Marvel, weighing every spear in his hand, working out his favourite. The bread boy, off to the side. High above our heads sits the fire girl, clinging to the tree I have my back against.
The smell of singed material still hangs in the air from when she set the forrest alight.
The chatter dies down and the others decide it's time to sleep. I have watch for the night; we all agree she wouldn't try to come down, not with us all here.
Within minutes, the soft snores of Marvel announce his slumber. Followed by the other three.
Their snores make me drowsy.
Then Gloss is standing in front of me.
"Glimmer, you're doing so well. I believe in you. You can win this." He holds his left hand to help me up from the base of the tree while his right hand runs through his beautiful blonde hair.
I raise my hand to his, but I can't quite reach. I let out a flirty giggle. "Gloss, help me up."
He flashes his perfect teeth into a gorgeous smile, yet his hand is still out of reach.
A shattering crash explodes around me. Intense buzzing fills my ears.
I can't get to my feet fast enough. The others have already made it to the lake. The buzzing grows louder with my screams as hundreds of burning pins are pressed into my skin. I trip and scrabble across the ground, rolling onto my back.
Gloss stands over me, his hair darker now. I can't breathe. "Gloss…" My chest constricts tighter as he pries my bow from my hand. "Help me-"
Despite getting a little criticism due to a misunderstanding, I still love this little random head cannon...
I hope you enjoy it too:)
~MaddisonAnne