That night - they both knew was the last - tangled up between her sheets, she whispered in the softest of voices.
"What is your fondest memory of us?"
He hesitated before answering, not because he was afraid it would be another thing they could use against him. But because feelings was always hard for him. It was probably going to be their last night together and if they won, the Capitol will never own him again.
There weren't many happy memories for him to choose from. He remembered a time when he was much younger, more carefree and innocent. When the world was just a little bit brighter.
"There was this party." He whispered against her nape, taking in her scent. Oh so intoxicating. "You in a forest green cocktail dress." He paused, debating whether to continue. It could be the last time. He thought. She hummed urging him.
When she didn't receive a response, she wriggled over to face him. "What about that dress?" She asked.
He pulled her closer and shrugged. Almost unable to look her in the eye. They were so blue. "I was wearing a sequins suit."
And he just left it at that.
That night was another of those parties. It was the second time they've met. Him still fairly new to the whole Capitol lifestyle, sitting uncomfortable at a table with a few people yapping away next to him. Asking him about his suit, touching him everywhere, whispering things in his ear. He tried to be interested really. The drinks were doing a really good job of keeping him buzzed. Drunk enough to keep the annoyance at bay.
And there she was in her asymmetrical green dress. Damn those legs. Walking in and seemingly scanning the room. It didn't take long for a crowd to form around her. Greetings were exchanged, air kisses on caked cheeks. She floated between tables like the butterfly that she was.
At some point, that pair of legs which he has been staring at changed paths. A path that seemed to have led her straight to his table. The hands which had been on him the whole night seemed to have finally left. Some words were exchanged and more kisses.
He couldn't remember how they ended up dancing. But he appreciated the relief from his crowd. He said some things, he remembered her lips pursed. He stepped on her a few times. Not deliberately he suppose. But the highlight of that night was when she tried to bid him goodbye with a kiss. And realised she couldn't pull away. Her wig caught on his sequined suit.
She pulled them into a corner as gracefully as they could. With him half stumbling through the crowd with his unsteady steps. Slightly less buzzed but still buzzed nonetheless. Desperately trying to untangle the know to no avail. He was getting amused by the sight of it all. Her getting all worked up and the things she uttered were less than appropriate for the oh-so-uptight Capitol that she seems to be.
Stop fidgeting. He said, getting impatient and feeling the urge to use the washroom. He tried to bend down to reach for his knife which seems to have gathered some protests from the lady. What do you think you are doing? She huffed. Keep still. I almost have it.
I need to use the washroom. Unless you want it all over you. So shut it. He retorted, finally getting his hands on the handle of his knife. There we go. This will be over in a bit.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his knife. What do you think you are doing walking around with a weapon like this? And the thought came to her. Don't you dare put that near my face or my wig. She said almost screaming but unwilling to attract any more attention. She tried to grab his arm but it was too late. She felt the tension relieved and he pulled away. A chunk of her auburn wig left on his suit.
Do you have any idea how much this wig costs? She screamed, ramming her heel right into his foot. Not mentioning the fact that you've ruined my outfit for the night.
You'd look better without it anyway sweetheart. He said as he leaned it to leave a big wet smooch on her lips and making a beeline for the washroom.
No words exchanged. Both lost in the same memory. As ridiculous as it was, it was their first dance and first kiss. Perhaps someday not far from now, he will be able to say it out loud. How beautiful he thinks she is without all that caked on her face. How he could get lost in her eyes. How perfectly they fit together despite everything.
"That was a fun night. " He said burying his face deeper into her blond locks.
