never believing that "touch grass" shit again because coriolanus snow went to district 12, touched grass, then returned to the capitol twice as insane.
coriolanus snow who kisses like he’s trying to consume you. his lips are hungry and a tad too aggressive. they’re passionate, he kisses passionately. his hands, big and holding power within his palms, engulf your cheeks. his fingertips thread in your hair. one of his hands venture down and cup your chin and with just a lift of your chin, his hand is slipping down to your jugular. when your lips still, his do too, and he gives a single kiss that is meant to soothe you. it works well enough for you to comfortably allow coriolanus to wrap his hand around the front of your throat like a collar. marking yet another form of possession off his list.