VIII. MORALLY BLACK
DEIONDRA ASHEZ, DISTRICT 11 FEMALE (17)
Deiondra Ashez was scared even more than she'd been her entire life.
I just want to survive.
Why was there a problem with that?
Thoughts rushed through Deiondra's head, accompanied with flashes of adrenaline.
I want to stop hiding.
But being the daughter of deceased rebels, that wasn't easy.
At least if she won, she'd be able to come out in the open for once in her life. Not live terrified and wondering when the Peacekeepers would grill her and Amber next.
But at least over the years she'd accumulated acting. She was weak, but she was strong too. And a desire for survival was much greater than any experience with a weapon.
The teen stared fixedly at her reflection in the Capitol's fancy, gold-framed mirrors, dark hair slicked back into a high ponytail on top of her head. It wasn't in a vain manner, in reality she was paying very little attention to her appearance. If someone looked close enough, they'd see that- but for now she was silently strategizing and plotting.
Timing was everything and Deiondra wanted to ace it.
From her room she heard Bailey calling her name, and she left the mirror with one last longing glance. Years of paranoid hiding became habits, and as much as those habits wanted to disappear they didn't. Couldn't.
While Bailey was a good enough person, neither Deiondra nor them wanted to ally. Plus, Bailey had already associated themselves with District Ten. It wasn't a personal matter, but from the few offhand comments they'd exchanged they didn't have any connection.
It was sad, really, that Deiondra wouldn't feel any guilt when Bailey went down.
The elevator ride was silent, even their escort Marielle not striking up any conversation. Deiondra liked her escort- she was much more humane than the other Capitolites and actually seemed to care. She didn't treat them like the pawns they were but instead real, living and breathing human beings.
And since Deiondra planned on winning, at least she'd be able to see Marielle again.
Ping. It was funny how the softest of sounds could summon the greatest anxiety as the elevator doors opened, revealing a floor already full of tributes.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen... Deiondra counted twenty, including Bailey and herself. Two district pairs were missing.
And Marielle was whisked away as the elevator doors shut, and Deiondra felt panicked as the familiar vanished, leaving her in a room with hostile tributes and one potential killer.
Deiondra had never had trouble making friends. It was a second nature for her, to be honest. But these instant friendships never felt real- just pleasantries that made the district 11 girl feel a tiny bit less isolated in a negligent world.
Maybe by finding safety in her sympathetic escort she was just deluding herself.
The trainer's name was Marcellus, and he was new, since the previous trainer died in an electric accident. At least, that was what was reported livestream. Deiondra had heard rumors at her uncle's place among the common visitors- the rebels- that the trainer had been one of their contacts.
A measly one at that too since they'd been caught.
Deiondra could've done much better- and saying that wasn't even a lie or a miscalculation made by pride. Even now, she drew power from her experiences. With strength, she appeared weak.
And passing under the radar was her specialty.
From the looks of it, she was doing well and evading attention from the Careers. After Marcellus finished his lecture, they were off talking by the weapon stations. The boy from 5 kept trailing them like a puppy wanting scraps, and Deiondra almost laughed.
He'd volunteered, and fallen into the Careers's trap for outlying district kids that had trained. He'd be killed within the first week, but whether Deiondra got to see his face in the sky depended only on how she spent her time, not by staring at future murderers.
Deiondra forced herself to stay away from camouflage, art being her one great talent. She strode over to the poisonous plants station. A good choice. Just what you need to survive and get back to Amber.
But Deiondra couldn't tear her eyes off her enemies. While they seemed strong right now, this was any Career's weakest point. Their desire to prove themselves was greater than any other wish- except to win.
A blonde girl, from 4 if Deiondra remembered correctly, seemed to have taken the role of leading the Careers to herself. She looked angry though. Deiondra couldn't tell why.
She refocused herself on the poisonous plants station, and was doing well at it when a girl sidled up beside her.
77%. Deiondra sighed as the test ended before looking up to see who'd come over. No doubt they wanted an alliance, but Deiondra preferred to be the one to make the first moves on alliances of that sort.
It was the girl from the three, the one with chin-length auburn hair, the one who had looked just so positively enraged at being reaped. Deiondra herself had felt a little frightened. She had a volunteer for a district partner too.
Honestly, how wonderful was it to hear your name and think you were going to your death before someone volunteered? How wonderful could that be?
At least Deiondra had a chance to right some wrongs of her life with winning. By no means did she want to go into the Games, but she wasn't lost yet.
The girl from 3 didn't say a word to Deiondra, instead focusing on herself. She accumulated a near perfect score- ninety-four percent. She had a good memory and quick wit, two things good for an ally.
When the girl didn't bother to even make small talk, Deiondra grew irritated of the suffocating silence and debated breaking it. Three would carry her own weight but seemed sullen and rude. Plus, they were both focusing on preserving themselves. It wasn't selfish.
Anyone else would have done it too.
Finally Deiondra's mouth took control and she found herself blurting out, "What's your name?"
Three looked startled at being addressed. "Um- Arden. You?" She had hesitated before introducing herself.
So Deiondra needed to show this girl that she was trustworthy. She flashed a charismatic smile, much different than what she really felt. "Deiondra."
It was scripted, and Arden's face fell. Deiondra felt her mask slip too. What was this girl doing to her? She'd been playing the weak card with the Careers, and charming with the other outer district kids, but it was tiring.
So she dropped it- for just an instant, but Arden relaxed, and she decided to keep it down as a test. Just as a test.
Right?
But what was Deiondra supposed to say? To start a conversation that could save a life?
Of course, she knew what the smart move was. The smart move was to pretend to gush, just like the little girl from 10 had been doing. But the empathetic move was to actually make a friend, though Deiondra doubted they'd end up being real.
Luckily Arden saved the conversation by saying awkwardly, "The boy from my district's an idiot. He wants to ally with the Careers."
Deiondra smiled halfheartedly. "Stupid move."
"I told him."
"Well, then it's not on you if he dies, at least," Deiondra suggested.
"Fair," Arden smirked.
Silence reigned once again, but Deiondra felt just a bit of hope. Voids can be filled, you know.
"Why were you so angry at the reapings?"
The words came out before Deiondra could stop them and she winced. She'd ruined whatever friendship they could've had, certainly.
Arden's anger didn't rekindle itself, though. Instead it was replaced by a gloominess Deiondra couldn't stand to see on Arden's face.
"It was supposed to be a fucking suicide mission."
The words were whispered like late-night gossip, except this was just so much more. Deiondra caught her drift immediately and wasn't sure whether to draw back or draw closer.
"I understand." Deiondra cracked.
Arden gave her a weak smile.
Deiondra finally found her voice, "No, I don't," she sighed, "But I'd like to."
Arden's smile grew bigger. "Want to be allies?"
Deiondra smiled too. "Definitely."
Whether Arden would be a real friend or just a surface friend was to be determined.
But Deiondra was hoping it would be the former, someone who actually gave shelter. Someone who didn't rebel and blatantly not care about how scared she was. How scary it could get, going behind the Capitol's back when she didn't want to.
It was foolish to hope for more after being disappointed for so long.
TRISTAN SOL, DISTRICT 12 MALE (15)
Contentedness was something that was natural to Tristan.
While others complained and wished for more, Tristan was satisfied with a bright smile, or a friend who'd have his back. Often, he'd end up being that friend; being social came easily to him and optimism was a companion. His family teased him sometimes- You're one of the sweetest people we know. Why are you such an introvert?
The world was safer that way, to stay safe in a bubble.
Yet, whether it be unfortunately or fortunately, he didn't get to be completely oblivious. He'd gone from the youngest sibling to the oldest in a matter of years. He'd always been the one who pushed through, even when his girlfriend Sky died a year previously in the 48th Games.
And then one day determined the end of it all.
To be fair, one day determined the end for everyone. His three older siblings' bodies had been wracked by disease until they couldn't hold on anymore. Sky had made it to the final ten before being murdered by the boy from 2.
He was just another drowning in the rampaging sea of endless deaths, the Victors being the few that could cling to pieces of driftwood. Coming from 12 was a death sentence. When he died in the bloodbath it would just be more proof to that.
He was pretty sure his district partner, Peri, felt the same way. Who wouldn't? While she was a merchant's kid and he was from the Seam, there'd been gossip about her years ago. She'd gone out with a guy called Sam who'd apparently been her best friend, and then she'd broken his heart. Peri was definitely the social, good person Tristan hoped he could be, and they'd agreed to be allies.
Honestly, they were each other's only hope. While Tristan wanted to be optimistic, it was unlikely anybody would want to ally with any kids from the poorest district in Panem.
He was still open for more allies, though. So was Peri. Hopefully some poor kid could join their impromptu club that only had two members so far.
The training center was honestly more intimidating than the tributes that occupied it. Fierce double-bladed axes and vicious-looking knives decorated the colorless walls, and sweat lined Tristan's pale face, worried some tribute would attack him, as he and Peri hid out by the snares section.
"They look really vicious this year," Peri said of the Careers in a worried undertone.
Tristan glanced at the girl from 2, who was excelling with throwing knives and immediately turned back to face Peri, feeling nauseous. "Yeah… they are."
A silence hung that practically said, I don't want to be screwed, but I am.
The girl from District 4 seemed to be quite frustrated even as she hit target after target, and her district partner looked equally as vicious while ripping up a dummy. As for the rest of the Careers, Tristan didn't want to freak out even more than he already was.
Over by the poisonous plants station, the girls from 3 and 11 were chatting, and by the camouflage there was District 10 and the nonbinary from District 11. District 5's female looked uneasy as she surveyed the competition with a fierce determination on her face.
Peri seemed to be looking right where he was. "I want her in the alliance," she spoke up.
Tristan didn't argue. "Yeah, she volunteered, didn't she?" They watched as the girl nimbly lept from rope to rope, her short height serving her well as she completed the course with ease.
Both from District 7 tried as well, and both of them did well. It made sense, given their district was lumber. The boy noticed Peri and Tristan and began to approach them once he finished swinging from the "vines".
"Oh, no…" Peri whispered, but the boy looked genuinely happy to have found them.
"Hey, I'm Euan!" he said enthusiastically. But Tristan could tell there was a bit of sorrow masked by it. Euan extended a hand in greeting and Tristan shook it, grinning.
"Tristan. District 12. And my district partner-"
"Periwinkle. But, please call me Peri," Peri flashed a smile, and Tristan finally understood why she was so popular back in twelve. Her smile, even fake, looked good on her.
"Right. This is hard isn't it?" Euan seemed to open up to them almost instantly, and Tristan and Peri both nodded. "I mean, my moms told me to stay positive, and I've been trying to do that. But it's just so hard at this point, yanno?"
Tristan sighed. "Yeah, except for-" he gestured to the Careers, "them, we're all just good kids thrust into this mess."
"And we know that one of them is going to win in the end," Peri said gloomily.
The Games were said to change people, and they'd already changed Peri. Tristan had seen her at school a few times, and she'd been nothing less than a ball of energy and positivity. Now that positivity had turned to negativity, but who could blame her?
"Hey, let's look on the bright side," Euan suggested, elbowing Peri playfully. A smile tugged at her lips and she didn't resist it. "We're all amazing people who understand each other…"
Tristan smiled. "If you want an alliance, just ask."
Euan's face split into a grin. "Cool! But-"
"What?" Peri waited for the catch.
"My district partner Aspen's unallied. She's really sweet, just pretty shy."
"Oh, she's mute, isn't she?" Peri asked.
"You got a problem with that?" Euan turned defensive.
"No," Peri held up her hands in surrender, "I was just asking, 'cause neither me nor Tristan knows sign language. At least, I don't think so- do you?"
Tristan shook his head, but Euan was already ahead of them. He gave a pointed gaze to a girl with long wavy brown hair who was having a sign-language conversation with the taller girl from 8.
"Wait, she's the deaf one," Tristan comprehended, and Euan had already strode over to the pair. He said something to the brunette Tristan and Peri, waiting in the shadows, couldn't quite hear, and the brunette who they assumed was Aspen signed something to the girl. They had a long conversation through and then finally the girl from 8 seemed to comply, looking anxious as she followed Aspen and Euan over.
"I'm Lyana," said the tall girl shyly. Her voice was lower and squeakier than most, since she'd probably had to learn to talk herself if it was genetic, Tristan remembered from a lesson at school.
"This is Aspen," Euan introduced his mute district partner, and she signed something that Tristan thought was probably a hello.
"So, we were thinking about being allies," Euan said, and Tristan noticed Aspen signing all of his words to Lyana.
"Well, I'm good with it," Tristan said, and Peri nodded as well. Euan grinned before turning to the pair who were still signing before Aspen gave a little nod and so did Lyana.
Tristan could hardly believe he'd found such great allies already.
"You know, we're practically the size of the Career pack. Our chance of survival has officially been increased!" Tristan pointed out.
"Yeah, but the Careers are, like, really good with weapons and we're… not. Still wouldn't want to cross them, yanno?" Euan teased.
Now it was Peri's turn to elbow him. "Now who's being negative?"
They all laughed, including Lyana, who had presumably red their conversation through Aspen.
Tristan felt a sliver of hope blossom.
Maybe we do stand a chance.
ARTEMIS JADE, DISTRICT 10 MALE (17)
Reyena did think of him as slightly crazy, Artemis knew. She was a good district partner and was sure to make it far, though he might've traumatised her with his daymares.
The voices of what he thought to be the ones who'd died was really schizophrenia, and they'd told him on the train he was worthless, deserved to be reaped. Nothing in Panem could comfort him on that day, so his escort had locked him in his room for poor Reyena's sake.
In some ways, isolation was worse than awkward, unhelpful comfort.
The Capitol had brought even more bad memories, with the Avoxes causing him to shake even more. Why was it that in a nation supposed to be united, so few were treated fairly?
There were good days too, days when he could appreciate the beauty of music and books, maybe even spend some time with his brother before being reaped.
The bad days made him speak to voices nobody else could hear, cry tears in vain that they'd go away. Why they didn't was beyond him- while he had never known his mother, he was sure both his father and his brother had loved him. Had that love been a ruse? Why were they being so cruel now?
While Artemis had allied with Reyena and Bailey he often felt like the odd one out. The parade the popularity rankings had come out, and he'd placed 17th. Reyena was all the way up at #10, and while Bailey was at #20 they were just so caring to Reyena in a way Artemis knew he could never be.
Hudson was the only one who was remotely sympathetic in Artemis's case- the Games traumatized even the healthiest of souls and Artemis could see Hudson, even years later, still suffered. While he wasn't schizophrenic, at least he could empathize with Artemis.
Reyena had been keeping her distance ever since the train rides, though it wasn't out of malice or an "I'm-better-than-you" attitude. The schizophrenic few in 10 usually killed themselves because they couldn't get therapy or help, and Reyena was just an innocent kid given a death sentence.
Artemis didn't want to die. The prospect of death wasn't frightening anymore. He and his brother Bracken were the only two remaining members of what used to be a five-person family.
So he needed to stay alive for Bracken.
Reyena and Bailey weren't real friends. They all wanted to be, of course, but how can you befriend someone when you know only one of you will come out alive?
Exactly.
You can't.
The voices in Artemis's head were too much for the first hour of training, so he'd missed it, spending the time locked in his room. He heard Reyena and Hudson talking in hushed, worried whispers outside his door, and when the whispers finally subsided, though there was no telling if they'd come back, he sucked it up and went to training.
He couldn't delay Reyena any longer. She needed all the help she could get.
They were both bloodbaths, Artemis knew. Particularly Reyena; she didn't stand a chance against a two-hundred pound Career. And while Artemis was mediocre with a sword (not an axe, as he'd sarcastically remarked to Reyena one time, but it hadn't been worth it since she didn't even get the joke), he wasn't either.
There was a heavy silence as the elevator descended though Artemis could tell Reyena was anything but resigned.
Artemis couldn't give up. He just couldn't. He'd stand to the end, even if it meant earning an especially painful death.
And maybe, if he won, Bracken would be able to get everything he deserved.
Both brothers were traumatised at this point, Bracken even more so, knowing he could do nothing to help his brother with his schizophrenia. They'd both been innocent, passionate, and happy years back until Artemis started hearing voices, and he was broken piece by piece after that.
Slowly but surely, like the tide going out, while he hadn't lost his passion, he'd lost everything else.
The reaping just signified that even more.
The training center was already bustling with the tributes. Bailey looked anxious as they practiced with some spears while two large alliances had already seemed to have formed- the Careers (just shocking) and both from 12 and 7, plus the girl from 8. Bailey's face lit up when they saw Artemis and Reyena.
"Good, you're here. Why were you late?" they asked shyly.
Bailey didn't know about Artemis's schizophrenia and Artemis planned to keep it that way. He already had enough voices calling him a freak, and he didn't need another.
"Oh, we forgot," Artemis said lamely. He was a terrible liar.
Reyena gave a bashful smile, somehow catching onto the lie quickly and changing the topic with masterful expertise.
"Let's go do the snares!"
Sure enough the large alliance was clearing out, chatting amongst themselves before breaking off into groups and heading to different stations.
The Careers took the weapon stations for themselves, so Artemis figured Reyena's choice was a good one. She learned the ins and outs of them in seconds, and began to explain all about them to her "lesser" counterparts.
Maybe Reyena was a bigger threat than Artemis had considered her to be.
DEMETER JARNIVEN, DISTRICT 9 FEMALE ( 16)
Even with the typical blonde look to her, if there was one thing Demeter hated, it was being told what to do.
Like staying out of the way of the Careers.
It was definitely reckless to make her way to the weapon-related stations and ace them as best an outer district girl could, painting a target on her back, but what could she say?
They needed to know what they were up against, since Demeter Jarniven had enough charm to stack the odds in her favor.
If she had been from a Career district, she would've no doubt been a great success. Careers often went down for lack of brains, and while Demeter might've earned her brains from living the hard way, she would still be smarter than most Careers
Demeter hated them too.
Which is why she was willing to show them up, even if the risk was her life.
The girl from 1- Lux, I think- sweetest of the Careers, but that won't matter when we get in the arena. Best with either a bow or a spear. Probably would place third, can't imagine her killing her own allies.
Notes like these were what Demeter was certain would save her life.
Girl from 2- great with knives or a sword, one of the best in the career pack. But very little self confidence, thinks she's hiding it well but she's actually pretty terrible at it.
Boy from 1- pretty vicious, very distinguishable with bright red curls. A bit arrogant, from the way he carries himself. Wait, now he's arguing with the girl from 2. Seems they want to assert dominance. Definitely a force to be reckoned with, given he possesses pretty good skills with a variety of weapons.
Demeter scanned the room, keeping a confident but sly smile on her face as she surveyed the tributes. Most were weak, but the Careers were all particularly strong. They probably underestimated her as well. As far as she was concerned, it was fine if they believed she was just some random grain girl from Nine.
They'd be the ones dead when she made it out- and with no weapons training, it would be hilarious for her and humiliating when she kicked their butts. Outlying district citizen no longer.
Speaking of her district, she hadn't meant to give Leon a cold shoulder. But district loyalty was valued above all things, and from the way the boy from 1 was glaring at her, she'd already made enemies, so really by pushing Leon away she'd kept him safe.
Back in 9 he was known for having a verbally abusive father after his mother died, but Demeter had never really interacted with him. He had taught her younger brother how to read, which was quite the spectacle given Leon was only four years older than Donner.
She pictured Donner right now, with Teff, Demeter's twin sister, praying that Demeter would come home safely.
They didn't need to worry about her.
She was doing perfectly fine on her own.
It seemed to be the same with the girl from 5, who was acing the poisonous plant test with a graceful ease. Demeter strode over to the girl, bluntly stating, "I'm Demeter. You don't seem stupid. Allies?"
The girl looked shocked and paused the test. "Let me think about it- wait, you don't even know my name. You only want me as an ally because I'm smart?"
"No, I know your name. Ayla Maxwell. You're from District 5. A volunteer. Pretty brave, to do that." Demeter flashed a charming smile.
Ayla seemed to buy it. "Thanks. How do I know you're worth it, though?"
Demeter grinned. "Well, I'm ranked #6 on the popularity charts, as you may have noticed. I doubt I'll run out of sponsors. Plus, I'm smart and good with a knife or a sickle. Better than most outer district kids," she shrugged, seeming nonchalant while listing all her strengths. It was easy manipulation, to be fair.
Ayla paused. "You make a fair point, I'll admit. You know what, do the poison test. If you get a score of seventy percent or higher, and show decent skills with a sickle, we can be allies."
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow, then. Today, I'll prepare for the big test," Demeter smiled cheekily.
A smile tugged at Ayla's lips. "Can't wait."
"I'm going to ally with other people too, just so, you know, in case you don't accept me," Demeter winked at Ayla before approaching the girl from 10, leaving Ayla skeptical.
Demeter had previously had her eyes on Reyena Jensen for a while now. Only kin could see through a manipulator's webs, and Demeter considered herself that very kin. The girl had, for some reason, seperated from her allies.
She took up a few snare materials next to the girl and began working, her fingers tracing the intricate loops and knotholes. Demeter knew she didn't have to say anything, since Reyena would start the conversation.
Sure enough, she was right.
"You're so good at that!" Reyena exclaimed. "Could you show me some tips."
Demeter smirked. "Drop it. I know you're nowhere near as sweet as your allies think you are."
There was a small but recognizable change in Reyena's face. She was still smiling, but there was a malevolent sickliness to it.
"Well, it seems you're not an idiot then," she chirped.
"I don't think anyone would mistake Demeter Jarniven for an idiot," Demeter said, just slightly condescendingly.
"Can I call you Demmie?"
Demeter's reaction was immediate. The district 9 girl wrinkled her nose, "No way, Rey."
"Then I'm calling you Terrie," Reyena said, well, childishly.
"Then I'll tell your allies you're faking them out."
"Aw, you're no fun, Mia!" Reyena accidentally shoved the blade of the snare into Demeter's arm. "Oops. Sorry."
"Fine. Mia it is," Demeter said through gritted teeth. Reyena was even more of a psycho than she'd accounted for, maybe even able to beat her at her own game. And that scared Demeter.
She pasted a smile on. "We'll be behind-the-scenes allies though, right?"
Reyena positively beamed. "Of course." She maintained her smile while saying, "My allies are coming back- you should probably leave. They might suspect something, and it would be no fun at all for them to figure out how to play our little game. It's boring when they know, right?"
Demeter winked, feeling sick. "Of course." She left the snares station with an aching arm and a whirling mind.
Getting that girl on my good side is even better than doing so with the Careers.
HESTIA MCLEARSON, DISTRICT 2 FEMALE (18)
While the condescending voices still accompanied her, Hestia thought they were getting to be a little less harsh.
She'd been slowly finding a bit of confidence in her fellow Careers- Lux was a darling and Nero pretty sweet. Angelo was too, though he hadn't necessarily made a big impression on her. Hestia had argued a lot with Merlot, though, and he'd eventually won their fight for dominance when Tempest took the lead and decided she'd lead the Careers. There was no arguing, because Tempest seemed angry as hell and nobody wanted to cross her- not even Merlot.
Hestia had pulled over Angelo at the end of training. In a hushed tone, as to not offend Tempest who was still ferociously ripping up dummies, though knowing her it was probably a strategy to intimidate the outer district kids, asked, "What's her deal?"
Angelo glanced nervously over at Tempest before whispering, "So, our mentor came with news from home last night."
Hestia cocked an eyebrow.
What are you doing, nosing into other people's business?
You should be ashamed.
Angelo continued, "So, it turns out that Tempest is gonna have a younger sibling."
Hestia was shocked. "Her mom's pregnant? That's amazing!"
Stupid, if Tempest wins you'll be dead.
"Well, yeah, but Tempest didn't think so."
"Why?"
"I mean, she's going into a death match, and she thinks they're trying to replace her."
"She's jealous?"
"Yeah."
"That's ridiculous! It's not like her mom specifically planned replacing her daughter!"
Angelo grinned. "I mean, I can understand. Tempest is eighteen and her parents are both around forty, and so of course it's weird she's going to have a sibling. She also didn't want to lead us, but knowing her, she's probably too smart to let Merlot take the reins, so that's weighing her down too."
See, he didn't even say your name. You're not fit to lead.
"Hopefully she'll be in a better mood tomorrow, though," Angelo said in a low undertone.
"Fair point. You know, you're good at this people stuff, right?" Hestia elbowed Angelo, and he laughed.
A/N
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Alliances (italicized are implied and/or previously established)
Charming and Sardonic: Deiondra, Arden
My Spirit Animals: Peri, Tristan, Aspen, Euan, Lyana
Manipulation 101: Reyena, Bailey, Artemis
Careers: Merlot, Lux, Hestia, Nero, Tempest, Angelo
Those Hopefuls- Wait, This Isn't a Dance Audition: Nico, Tesla
Let's Go Home: Audelia, Avven
Can I call you Demmie?: Demeter, Reyena
We Both Be Using Each Other And Know It Too: Demeter, Ayla