A/N: Whoops, almost forgot to upload this. The uploading of the Glimmer project has been pushed back a bit because I just got inspired to write a short series of Clato drabbles based on lines from the books and I've already written, like, five in the past hour. I have another, significantly longer Clato project that I'm about 8-9k or four-ish chapters into and also incredibly excited about, but that probably won't be ready for a while because editing is hard and it needs a beta to tell it it's pretty. Also, I actually have to write chapters for tomorrow and the day after since they're not all nice and prewritten, so they might be a little rough around the edges.
He doesn't mind the way they sell him. Sex is sex, even when it's with giggling, purple-cheeked girls with bird talons stitched to their fingertips or men with sickly green skin and crystalline eyes without pupils. He can shut off his mind as easily as he blinks, leaving just sly smiles behind. He knows his job. He knows just how much he owes the Capitol for their generosity, for the way they've protected him through the Games and beyond. He doesn't care what they do with him. But he sure as hell cares when they try to sell his sister.