Caesar

I felt his strong hands on the back of my neck and he undid my ponytail. He touched my shoulder gently as he began to brush my pompadour out then I felt the bristles slowly massage my roots and go root to tip. After a few minutes I turned and looked at my husband. I grabbed a cotton pad soaked in micellar water and I dabbed at the gold eyeliner on his lids.

"How is this going to work when you keep doing these wild things and not telling me?" I asked him in reference to his defiance of President Snow.

"Caese it's just a dress," he said.

"No Cinna it's NOT just a dress. You pissed off President Snow twice already. Not to mention I have to deal with these curve balls on MY show," I stressed.

"Caese I had to send a message,"

"Now is not the time. My father worked hard to keep that show on the air and if you keep pulling these stunts they may pull the plug or worse," I stressed as I put my eye cream on and tied my robe.

"The world is changing. People are tired of the games,"

"I don't agree with them either. But we have mouths to feed now and I have a job to do. Why all of a sudden are you trying to be the hero? They could banish us. They could make us avoxes. And what will become of the children?"

"I will never let anything happen to you or the children," Cinna said, taking my hand.

"Let's get some sleep Cinnamon," I said as I climbed into bed next to him. He leaned towards me and we kissed goodnight.

Cinna

I was closing up my studio and two of Snow's men were outside to greet me.

"Please come with us. Snow would like a word," one of the men said.

I went with them calmly and trying to play it cool. I didn't want them to know that I knew. I got into his car and they shut and locked the doors.

"Cinna you've been causing quite a stir with your current alterations to Katniss' wardrobe,"

"With all due respect-

"That's your son isn't it? It looks like he's about to have an accident," Snow stressed.

I looked at the screen in front of me and I could see Caesar walking back from his mother's with the kids and Elton our son was nearing a fence that Snow could electrify any minute.

"Wait please," I begged. I could feel my heart going through my chest.

Snow put his hand up to stop them from electrifying the fence.

"Take me instead," I blurted out. I didn't know what else to do.

"I don't make deals with rebels," Snow said.

"I'm not a rebel. I just took a risk in the name of fashion,"

"Convince me," Snow said as stopped the car and let me out.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I got away with it. I wasn't going to press my luck anymore. Caesar was right. Family is too important. Snow dropped me off at home so I hurried up the stairs to get dinner started since Caesar would be home with the kids soon. I put on some water to get it boiling for some pasta. A few minutes later they walked through the door. They came to me and hugged me. They called me Cinna and Caesar daddy. I was ok with it. Elton was 7 and Eleanor was 5. Caesar leaned in to kiss me and I continued on with dinner. He set the table and we fell into our routine like normal. It was so nice to see the kids smiling faces and Caesar, my rock sit down and resting. No one works harder than Caesar. He's just proud of his job and doesn't want to let anyone down.

Caesar

I pulled the sheets back and got into bed.

"I'm scared Cinnamon,"

Cinna turned to face me and touched my face.

"It's ok Caese. Im done. I made it this far and yes Snow was angry but he asked me to convince him. I can do it. I know I can," Cinna said.

"Are we safe? Do we need to flee in the middle of the night? Tell me Cinn because I will leave with you tonight?" I said.

"Everything will be fine Caese. You and the kids are safe. I would never let anything happen to you,"

"I'm talking about you Cinn. Are you safe?" I was stressed. I needed to be sure.

"Yes," he said as he stroked the back of my hair.

"I need to be sure,if not I will leave with you tonight. I don't know where we'd go but I know where we can get a vehicle," Caesar said.

"Yes everything is ok," he said, putting his hand over mine.

I could feel myself tearing up damnit.

"I just want you to know that I love you. You and the kids mean more to me than anything and I would leave with you if I had to,"

"I love you too," he said as he leaned over to kiss me on the forehead.

We curled up and closed our eyes for sleep.

Caesar

I have been a wreck all day. The Hunger Games quarter quell was about to start and this meant a very long day and night for me. Coverage is supposed to be round the clock and I really don't want to turn coverage over to anyone else when my shift is over. This is my show but I will need rest. Hopefully nothing happens when the tributes are sleeping. The day was flying by quickly and then I saw two peacekeepers show up behind the glass with my kids and I knew something was wrong. Cinna always picked them up.

"What's going on?" I asked as I took a break from the broadcast.

"Cinna never picked us up" Elton said.

I had a sinking feeling in the gut. Something was wrong.

"I'm not sure what happened. But thank you officers for bringing the children here,"

"What did you do to him?" I blurted out.

The anger within me was too strong.

"Have a good day sir," they said as they were walking away.

I felt it deep within. Something wasn't right. The feeling inside my stomach was enough to make me sick. I had a broadcast to finish and I knew something terrible had happened. Cinna would never not pick up the children. I had the children sent to my mother's house and I put on my happy face and I was the face Panem loved and trusted. I honestly don't even know how much time passed. I had to go through the motions. I had to be present and report on the games. I had to smile and be cheeky all the while knowing something wasn't right. The minute my time was up I was out the door and I went to the arena. I pushed my way through and there were some peacekeepers but they didn't dare stop me. I went down to the launch room and there he was. I dropped to my knees and screamed. I screamed so loud I didn't care who heard me. He was bloodied and beaten to death and his face was barely recognizable. My beautiful man was dead. If it weren't for the gold eyeliner I don't think I would have recognized him. I cradled him for a moment and rocked back and forth with his body. I knew he was dead but I was shaking him and stroking his hair as if he was going to wake up any minute. It was a sick and twisted fantasy. My Cinna. My beautiful husband was dead. He died for the rebellion. I warned him to be careful. I begged him to stop. We should have left last night. I should have forced him to leave. He was so proud of his work and so naive. But he didn't die in vain. I was proud of him and I was going to live my life business as usual until such a time that I knew that my children were safe and I could join the cause. I will always think of Cinna when I see or hear a mockingjay and anytime I see the color gold. He was too kind for this world and I was lucky to love him and have him love for as long as I did.

"Rest easy my loving husband," I said as I put him down. I had a strong and deep cry and I let it all out before I left the arena. Cinna was the kindest, gentlest, most calm person I have ever met. I will never let his memory be forgotten.