#꒰ 🌼 ꒱ — 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ﹕ drumming in my veins ．

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꒰ 🌼 ꒱ — open starter ﹕@pyrrhicstarters

the kids showed promise — they always did , of course , the academy made sure that they all left perfectly capable of leaving the arena . . . in theory . it had been enough time and enough turns around the block for cashmere to know that some tributes would never become victors , no matter how well they wielded weapons , and some years she knew she was undoubtedly returning home with closed caskets . this year , she wasn't so sure — silver had asked her for private training , and while cash could definitely compliment her training , it had been the questions she'd been asked that struck her — something about her tribute's curiosity was hopeful . aware of her advantages , but not prideful enough to think herself the best would be cash's assessment . she stopped at one to drop silver off and grab a drink , making her way up to the rooftop still in her workout gear — there was no such thing as privacy in the training center , but by god they really made sure you remembered they were always watching . listening . at least up here in the slight breeze and the windchimes twinkling , she could sit and breathe and pretend she was afforded luxuries like solitude. cash stiffened when the door opened , relaxing slowly when she saw the person entering , lifting her singular glass in greeting . " late night ? "

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