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Tigris’ hands stop as he mentions The Games, her eyes staring down into the vegetables she held tightly. They were expecting the top students of the Academy to become mentors to the tributes for The Hunger Games? Tigris had never been a fan of the games. She never got a chance to watch them, anyways, she was too busy waiting hand and foot for her boss, Fabricia, as she and her cohorts would recall the war and wail endlessly. But she knew she wouldn’t want to watch them, anyways. They were grisly, disgusting at best. Displays of violence weren’t Tigris’ thing. She’d rather forget the whole war.

“Oh. That’s… really interesting. Why do you think they might be doing that?”

What if his tribute did win the games? Would he be awarded with a cash prize? A scholarship? They both know they needed anything to help their situation. The snows had bills to pay, and Tigris’ paycheck wasn’t enough to cover everything. Everyday was another risk, another dollar lost. Tigris can’t help but nod, and put on a smile at the thought of his tribute winning.

“You need to find out if there’s a prize of some sort, imagine if it’s a scholarship to the University. Or like…. A big wad of cash…. Or like… i dunno, but it sounds like a big opportunity, Coriolanus!”

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“Oh, Corio, What would I ever do without your sweetness.” Tigris gave a small smile when her cousin spoke of being able to eat. Her groceries were not much, a meager trade she was able to make for repairing a few clothes in the Black Market. It had been her usual space, taking what she could there, offering tailoring services. It was a vast improvement to what she had to partake in when days were worse. She was grateful to be returning home with some canned meat, potatoes and celery. Greenery was rare nowadays, but never turned down. Even if it’s price was expensive.

She opens the door, walking out and listening to the footsteps of Coriolanus following her. They were always music to her ears, as if he was a duckling. They pull into the kitchen, dilapidated and dark, Tigris had taken over cooking years ago after their chefs kicked the can to work for richer families, and she had to be honest, cooking was becoming her second passion. Much like sewing- the focus it involved could pull Tigris into a state where the world didn’t matter- all that did was removing the scum off the top of the soup. She sets the bag down and pops the ingredients out, her eyes going towards Coriolanus.

“How is the Academy going? I herd that they’re doing something special and different this year. Herd of anything?”Her eyes look to him with curiosity, she always loved hearing how his days went. If there was new things going on in The Academy. Tigris was always turning the attention off of herself. She’d rather not have the conversation turn to how she acquired the celery.

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What I remember most clearly now about that night is the exultation of taking her roughly, for the second time, and of causing her to flinch, and to hold me closer in her pain, knowing she would be mine to do with as I wished, that it was her choice, not mine, that had made her my possession. 

John Burnside, from ‘The Dumb House’

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Tigris felt like the ringing in her ears was never going to leave. The resounding noise was banging around in her mind. She didn’t want to believe it to be true- but it’s hard to deny the death of someone when they’re dragging her body out of your cousins lavish home. Tigris felt out of a loop. Like there was something else going on deep down within this situation that she would never know the truth about, despite how she pushed him. Coriolanus seems unbothered, while the feline looking lady standing beside him, eyes looking at the blood splatter on the wall, look shaken out of proportion. Did he do this for me? Because of me? Did she find out the truth? a thick ball of bile beings to grow within her stomach.

There was plenty to be worried about. The relations she had with Coriolanus Snow, currently President of Panem, would surely have the country rioting if they found the truth. That the daughter between Snow and his now estranged and dead wife was actually Tigris’ precious child. Her world. Her light and her joy and now - finally- hers. Not that strange woman who gave her glares and unnessicary comments about the feline changes to her body. Gone. She was gone.

Tigris seems to sigh in relief as Coriolanus approaches, commenting gently on how she was trying to prevent herself from wilting at the site. But she felt the opposite. Was this power? Was this the thing that Coriolanus desired so heavily? She understood why now. The taste of victory could be so delicious. “Mmm. Sure. You could say that in a way. I’ll have to hire a professional cleaner- we’re going to have to go into mourning.”

But neither of them were really going to mourn this loss. No. This was something to be celebrated. The Snow Family Heritage was safe. Once More. Although, they’d have to put up a show for the citizens. If the Presidents wife was suddenly assassinated, he and surely Tigris should at least pretend they were upset by the situation. They’d have to explain to their child, too. But this was freeing. Freedom.

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He stared, fixated, at the singular bullet hole that now decorated the wall of his bedroom. Surrounded by the still-fresh tint of blood spatter it was like a macabre halo heralding his new freedom. A clean shot through the head, Coriolanus had been awake when it happened and the stunned look upon her face was one he had never seen before and would likely never see again. He'd sworn off handling guns personally -- traceable, detectable -- but he could only tip his head to the skill of those snipers.

And to think they didn't believe him at first. But he was, of course, right about his suspicion.

His wife's body had been removed mere minutes after it hit the floor and as he waved his bare foot over where she'd lain he could still feel the slightest bit of warmth radiating up from the wood. That she'd come after him with a bread knife of all things almost made him chuckle. He'd told her she could leave but maybe this was the better outcome after all; there would be no risk of her talking now and he and his true family, his only family, were secure.

After wrapping his father's robe around him Coriolanus slipped out into the nearly dark hallway, lit only by dimmed wall sconces. His mind was still racing, trying to already formulate what he'd say about her disappearance. He would be asked, no doubt about that, but he had time to sort through it all later. Pausing by the door to his daughter's room he hovered his ear close to it. Not a stir. He would have to tell her something and he would. Something as close to the truth as he could make it. She could handle it . . . she was a Snow after all.

As he stepped back from the door he could hear a set of bare footfalls approach from around the corner and a silhouette floating into view. It was Tigris, holding a glass filled almost to the brim with water. Reaching out he cupped the bottom of the glass with his palm even though he didn't need to; she'd always had the steadiest hands of anyone he knew.

"Making sure you won't wilt?" He asked, lighthearted, as if it was just another evening as usual. Lightness and cautiousness was the odd mix that shifted through him and he studied her face intently as a small smile appeared on his own.

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The concern that covers Tigris face is not one to be argued. It’s rare for her cousin to become so regressed, let alone curl up under the comforters like he did when his father passed. He says he’s doing as fine as one can be now that they don’t have a drill Sargent at their ears, but of all people to lie to, he should know by now that Tigris is the one least likely to ever believe them. Her brows furrow as he continues.

Change. It was something Tigris both loved and hated. She had complicated feelings on the subject, yet Coriolanus was making his efforts to disguise that it’s affecting him. Harshly. Her hand goes to his knee that sticks out beneath the covers, rubbing small circles with her thumb as she leans against him, merely listening to his words. Whatever happened in 12, it had messed him up bad. And the look deep in his eyes unsettled Tigris like no other. Her mouth is trying not to frown.

“What work… Coriolanus… what happened? You’re shaking like a dog…”- before she can continue, his words and his nickname for her cut him off. Tiger Lily. She wouldn’t ever leave him. Right? That was right. Tigris could not see a life without Coriolanus Snow by her side. There was no other life she would want, she thinks. Maybe that’s weird. Maybe it’s not. Is it wrong to want to be with someone for the rest of time?

“Of course, Of course I’ll never leave you. I haven’t so far. We’ve been through so much, Corio. I can’t imagine it…”

Her voice is wobbly, but true. Her tone soft and worried and filled with a sadness she can’t quite pin. Her itching curiosity at what happened in 12 was eating at her. Yet. There were no answers. And Tigris is starting to think there won’t be one soon. All she can do is hold her trembling cousin and hope he feels okay enough to trust her.

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Tigris had been nothing but concerned since Coriolanus returned suddenly from District 12, with a stoic attitude and serious face. Then- everything changed. The family was quick to go back to the Snow’s proper apartment- and the construction people worked even faster. There were no more cold breezes going through her room. There were no more rats. There was heating, and the fridge was full of food. And Tigris didn’t know what to do with herself now. Her job, for the longest, had been caring for Grand’mam and Coriolanus- providing in any way she could. But now, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Tigris leaves her room, now strung with colorful lights and fabrics she had put up in an attempt to make the space more comfortable, and heads for the kitchen first, planning on starting up some dinner- only to find servants tending to the task. It was suddenly like she was thrown back to childhood. Where her only task of the day was deciding what television program to watch while eating.

With a sigh, her feet carry her through the halls, sliding along behind her as her eyes lock on his door. Her Coryo. Her Snowflake. What had happened in 12? What had brought him home so quickly? Her mind wanders, with thoughts about Sejanus, and Lucy Gray, the other two left in 12. She hopes they’re doing alright. Whatever had happened- it seems to have sent Coriolanus into what Tigris sees as a depression. Her worries only increase once she arrives at his door- and remembers he hasn’t come out for a day or so.

Tigris knocks, and enters. “Hey, Snowflake… are you doing okay..?” She shuts the door behind her, gentle feet wandering to sit beside him on his bed. “You’ve been in here a while… what’s going on, Coryo?”

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Eğer yüreğinizde merhametle beslenen bir sevgi varsa. asla korkmayın çünkü zararsız bir sevgi sizi güçlendirir..

Love is a matter of courage..

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“Oh, Corio, What would I ever do without your sweetness.” Tigris gave a small smile when her cousin spoke of being able to eat. Her groceries were not much, a meager trade she was able to make for repairing a few clothes in the Black Market. It had been her usual space, taking what she could there, offering tailoring services. It was a vast improvement to what she had to partake in when days were worse. She was grateful to be returning home with some canned meat, potatoes and celery. Greenery was rare nowadays, but never turned down. Even if it’s price was expensive.

She opens the door, walking out and listening to the footsteps of Coriolanus following her. They were always music to her ears, as if he was a duckling. They pull into the kitchen, dilapidated and dark, Tigris had taken over cooking years ago after their chefs kicked the can to work for richer families, and she had to be honest, cooking was becoming her second passion. Much like sewing- the focus it involved could pull Tigris into a state where the world didn’t matter- all that did was removing the scum off the top of the soup. She sets the bag down and pops the ingredients out, her eyes going towards Coriolanus.

“How is the Academy going? I herd that they’re doing something special and different this year. Herd of anything?”Her eyes look to him with curiosity, she always loved hearing how his days went. If there was new things going on in The Academy. Tigris was always turning the attention off of herself. She’d rather not have the conversation turn to how she acquired the celery.

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The air is cold, making Tigris’ already pale skin red. Like a white rose tainted with pink after a rainstorm. It burns and licks at her nose, as she hustles home. It had been a long night. And then there was a matter of dinner being cooked on time. Her arms are folded across herself, clutching the bag of groceries she had managed to bargain for. Things were not better in the Capitol. Tigris was starting to doubt they would get better. The snow is starting to fall.

Tigris enters the Snow apartment, dark, damaged, and dingy. She had given up on attempting to fix the place up, leaving the ruins of the Dark Days on display. She had at least fixed up Coriolanus’ room and the living room to a decent status. Things had not been easy. There was a sudden exhaustion that hit her in the kitchen. Where was Coriolanus?

She shut the door gently behind her with her heel, tossing down the groceries by the door before heading towards her room. She might as well get changed. The robe adorning her form was thin and dirty from her outing, and she needed to do some repairs on it. As she opens the door- she discovers Corio standing by her Vanity, removing his hand from a vase holding a single rose. She smiles, nose and ears tinted red from the cold penetrating their apartment. She walks over to him with a smile on her face.

“I did go out, but now I’m back. That rose is beautiful…”

She wandered over, shedding the robe that adorned her body and picking up the rose, sauntering over to her closet. Her room was the worse of the house, its walls breaking in, but she had insisted multiple times that it was fine, that her younger cousin needed the perfect room. To make sure he slept well. She would do quite frankly anything for him. Her hand goes to his right cheek, her left holding the rose. She sniffs it, before patting his cheek lightly.

“You’re so kind, Corio.. do you want some dinner?”

She sets down the rose, moving to pick up the robe and hang it up. It was a thin number, not practical for the winter weather storming up. She looked frozen, nose tinted red.

“Are you hungry?”

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Headcanon - Marriage, Daughter, and Granddaughter

When Coriolanus does marry it is a loveless and 99% sexless union. He only enters into it for show and for his political career. He doesn't spend much, if any, time with his spouse and is only seen with them when an occasion calls for it (dinner, gala, other Capitol event, etc.).

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Coriolanus has his one and only child, a daughter, with his cousin Tigris. All details regarding this fact are kept strictly secret and he has the doctors and nurses that attended to Tigris become Avoxes (he pays them to go through with the procedure).

Later on their daughter leaves the Capitol to distance herself as much as possible from the Snow name (she never learns of the nature of her parentage and leaves on other grounds). She never marries but has a daughter of her own. Coriolanus had eyes and ears placed on his daughter ever since she decided to leave the family behind, keeping watch to make sure she doesn't involve herself in any disturbances or other situations that would end up being detrimental to him. Upon learning that she had a child with an otherwise nameless nobody he sends out a small group to have his granddaughter brought to the Capitol.

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Tigris’ brow furrows in confusion and worry st the sight of her cousin in such a state. With the comforter pulled over his shoulders and wrapping around him, he looked like a child once more. Tigris was thrown back to those darkest days, when the two would huddle together for some little warmth. Her eyes glisten, trying to hold back tears. Whatever happened- this was not the same Corio she didn’t get to kiss goodbye at the train station. He speaks of change, and Tigris knows of change. Everything had suddenly returned to how it had been before the war- and it had been nothing but alarming for her. He speaks that if he falters, it would all be for naught. Her worries grow. What does he mean? What did he have to do?

Her hand goes to his, gripping it tightly, before encompassing it with her other hand, pressing down. Her eyes look at his. Distant. Cold. Gone. Her top hand moves, going to his chin as his hand brushes her cheek. Tears spill over, being held in for months.

“Snowflake… of course I wouldn’t leave you. I would never dream of it. You don’t understand how much you’ve been missed these last few months.”She wants to ask. Tigris wishes he would tell her every single thing that happened- but she knows that an unsafe path. Peacekeeper law was intense and strict. She feared the worst. “You didn’t get hurt…did you…? You know you can talk to me. I’m here.”

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Tigris had been nothing but concerned since Coriolanus returned suddenly from District 12, with a stoic attitude and serious face. Then- everything changed. The family was quick to go back to the Snow’s proper apartment- and the construction people worked even faster. There were no more cold breezes going through her room. There were no more rats. There was heating, and the fridge was full of food. And Tigris didn’t know what to do with herself now. Her job, for the longest, had been caring for Grand’mam and Coriolanus- providing in any way she could. But now, she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Tigris leaves her room, now strung with colorful lights and fabrics she had put up in an attempt to make the space more comfortable, and heads for the kitchen first, planning on starting up some dinner- only to find servants tending to the task. It was suddenly like she was thrown back to childhood. Where her only task of the day was deciding what television program to watch while eating.

With a sigh, her feet carry her through the halls, sliding along behind her as her eyes lock on his door. Her Coryo. Her Snowflake. What had happened in 12? What had brought him home so quickly? Her mind wanders, with thoughts about Sejanus, and Lucy Gray, the other two left in 12. She hopes they’re doing alright. Whatever had happened- it seems to have sent Coriolanus into what Tigris sees as a depression. Her worries only increase once she arrives at his door- and remembers he hasn’t come out for a day or so.

Tigris knocks, and enters. “Hey, Snowflake… are you doing okay..?” She shuts the door behind her, gentle feet wandering to sit beside him on his bed. “You’ve been in here a while… what’s going on, Coryo?”

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