Β Β Β Β Β Β β β° β βββ a closed starter for @imprvdente .
Β Β Β Β Β "π ππππ π'π πππ πππππππππππ ππππ ππππππ πππππππ β" and all right, itβs a little more foreboding than sheβd meant it to sound β but maybe thatβs appropriate for the current circumstances. Things have changed from days spent sidled up side-by-side so close that their sun-kissed arms were brushing while sea foam tickled their feet and ankles back in Four. The games had changed Marin β though probably what happened after had changed her more. Finnickβs best strategy had been to play with her looks β eyes the color of sea glass, a siren to steal a sailorβs soul. She would sing back at home, when no one was listening. And Fish? She would dance. The siren and the mermaid could almost have been a pair. And isnβt that how their story always seems to go? Almost.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Back in Four, Fish had captured the attentions of the wrong lad β and Marin had watched as heβd shown his true colors. Marinβs always had a quiet sort of strength β the kind that you donβt see coming until itβs too late. Theyβll never find Arjan β as far as the Capitol is concerned, heβs a deserter. As far as Marinβs concerned? He was a problem that needed dealt with. Of course, Fish had been reaped the next day, and then theyβd been off on the train soon thereafter. Together, but never the same as it had been before, when it was an almost-something β a fearful and beautiful possibility cut off by Marin being whisked away to the Capitol the year prior.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Pretty, but not lethal, had been the Capitolβs assessment of Marin. A flower to look at and enjoy before it dies. But Fish? Fish was always a lure β and everyone in the Capitolβs eyes were immediately on her β even President Snowβs. Thatβs the thing about her β people canβt help but to notice her, everyone stops and stares, and Marin is no different in the end. She hadnβt minded being forgotten β when the Capitolβs lips were moving, they werenβt forced upon hers. Sheβd stayed away from Fish more often than not after winning β she hadnβt wanted to poison a beautiful thing with what theyβd turned her into. And then theyβd been forced together again. And again. And again. βBut you should be careful,β she says, reaching out to adjust a strand of Fishβs signature blue hair, βWeβre still in the games, you know. The arenaβs just bigger this time.β
Β Β Β ... And I canβt protect you from him.
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