#( it’s a mystery sweetheart just like me ; lucy gray baird )

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@ofdrivensnow sent: ❝ 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. ❞ from 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲.

Hours back and forth. Arguing was a nasty feeling Lucy Gray avoided on the regular, or so she told herself. Passionately disagreeing, she'd prefer to call it, but anger? Oh that sat hot in her chest, immovable, refusing to budge and fueled by nothing but anger, guilt, and emotional turmoil amplifying rather than calming. Boiled down to one teeny tiny trait of hers called stubbornness. The exact reason why she was a singer, feelings drawn from emotional recall she could tap into and convey, pure emotion driving the song’s undertone and portraying what she wanted her story to tell.

Arguing was a different kind of art. It went on the fly as she waxed poetics, hitting the same driving points over and over in multiple ways until it left her confused and out of breath. Walls were hit, words taken out of context and twisted by either party, but the root of the problem itself that Coriolanus too seemed stubborn to let land and accept was one simple truth: he’d lied to her.

Unfortunately for both… they weren’t quitters.

"Then just admit it, Coriolanus." It caused her voice to almost splinter despite feet planted firm as the tallest and mightiest tree. "You've been lying to me from the very beginning. This was based on a lie... first to make me shine for my victory, then yours. It's why you still won't tell me about the third..." Himself... a joke, a slap to the face. Not that of a proud member of the Capitol.

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Lucy Gray Baird Playlist

"It's a mystery sweetheart. Just like me."

Lucy Gray Baird Masterlist | The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Masterlist | Main Page Masterlist

Lost Boys // Paper Bird

Sing to the birds; sing to the snow; singing to you is all I know

The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird // Lucy Gray Baird

Too bad I'm the bet you lost in the reaping

Eurus // The Oh Hellos

Nothing we make can we bring

The Water is Fine // Chloe Ament

Blood runs thicker than water; but both feel the same when your eyes are closed

Wildflowers // The Wailin' Jennys

You belong with your love on your arm; you belong somewhere you feel free

The Lion's Roar // First Aid Kit

And every once in a while I'd sing a song for you; that would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea

Nothing You Can Take From Me // Lucy Gray Baird

Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping

Bitter Water // The Oh Hellos

Could you love me more; if by the sun and moon I swore; that I would never flee?

Rivers and Roads // The Head and The Heart

And I miss your face like hell; and I guess it's just as well

Like the Dawn // The Oh Hellos

And you will surely be the death of me; but how could I have known?

My Silver Lining // First Aid Kit

Take me some place where there's music and there's laughter

Can't Catch Me Now // Olivia Rodrigo

You see my face in every place; but you can't catch me now

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[ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊 - 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ] @snowalwayslandsontop sent: ❝ who are you? ❞ from Coriolanus to Lucy Gray.

Words. Lucy Gray had mastered the art of stringing them together through melody, used them for storytelling, and expressing herself. Somehow bringing out glimpses of the deepest, most raw and vulnerable parts of her were easiest to convey in the form of song— as though through it all of her feelings made the most sense, vocalized emotion backing the sheer sincerity of it word for word, a rollercoaster of emotion in its ups and downs, crescendos and fortes. Coriolanus had a way of making her feel everything all at once— rushed her emotions to the very tip of her tongue crashing them together and making both her brain and body become electrified.

But oh how these violent delights have violent ends. Ill-fated lovers. Star-crossed, one might say, the start of their story doomed to end even before it began. A tribute. A mentor. The Hunger Games... and the aftermath that followed. As though fate were giving her a do-over, Coriolanus had found her again… and she wasn’t quite sure what his game was by murmuring the words that shocked her to the core.

‘Who. Are. You?’

It was in the way those crystal-colored eyes of his searched her features— clear and brilliant as the sky, so vibrant and full of light. Like the day she’d met him. Was it possible, truly possible, he’d forgotten all that had transpired between them? Oh she hated how the radiance of hope burned in her chest with the thought.

Perfectly masked behind a coy smile, ever the performer, Lucy Gray dared dance along the new unknown. “Hm… now there’s a question that could have a million answers, sweetheart. I daresay you’ve got me stumped puttin’ me on the spot~” The breeziness of her twang was a melodious hum that conveyed the thoughtfulness brought on by Coriolanus’ question. She’d had many during her lifetime, most recently of late victor and rebel.

And now with a clean slate… exactly what this opportunity had given her it begged the question: dare she squander it? “An artist, a singer, a dreamer to name a few.” Or she used to be the latter… not so much anymore. The stars had stopped listening to her wishes. “But you can call me Lucy Gray.”

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 @snowalwayslandsontop's 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊

Seized without warning, hands rough but less aggressive than usual. Now, it all made sense when forced to stand straight like an arrow for the presence of... "Coriolanus." A name that once ignited sparks to dance through her veins now made the blood coursing through them run cold. Questions and accusations both venomous and warbles of a songbird threatened to leap off Lucy Gray's tongue– the only one that fell between them answered swift as an icy breeze. 'Because I want you here.'

"That's not reason enough for me... you know that by now." Lucy Gray fought the waver in her voice, kept it eerily steady as her brain tried to process and make sense of what was going on. At war with the unsteady rhythm to both voice and heart, she darted between breath-stifling panic wanting to claw its way to the surface, and the desire to understand and solve the puzzle that was Coriolanus Snow.

Focus, Lucy Gray. First, she wasn't back in 12, she was at the Capitol. Second, Coriolanus had demanded she be brought here. But again... why? The most important question of all, answered in due time given the enigmatic way Coriolanus was presently deciding to play this game. "I don't want to be here. We can settle this elsewhere, can't we? On Earthy soil where I can think straight? Fresh air might do you a bit o' good too, Coriolanus." Chestnut-brown met darkened skies, pleading his sanity shine through him, the part of himself he'd claimed had died. She wasn't going to be a Capitol canary caged and on display, a marionette on string forced to perform at the snap of fingers.

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@ofdrivensnow sent: ❝ 𝚒’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛. ❞ from 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲.

Night was falling. The darkness had a way of making Lucy Gray feel uneasy, senses heightened. Perhaps the tiniest bit on edge because of the man in her present company, and the words of a gentleman that fell smooth from his lips coaxed her ears in that deep hum like a purr. “I’m no Capitol woman. Would you believe I've slept on worse?” A chuckled boast from her petite diaphragm, Covey and proud, District and proud. Giving Coriolanus a once-over with earthy hues the color of nurturing soils, she followed his lanky frame up and down before a coy smile curved over her lips. “I think you'd wilt if you slept on the floor, sugar.”

Dusting off a blanket, scratchy to the touch but warm enough for the night, Lucy Gray set it against his chest with a soft thump. “Now don’t go gettin’ the wrong idea about me now, but bed sharin's common where I'm from.” Warmth, comfort, safety, at times those were just excuses to ensure it meant her survival in the arms of another by giving them what they wanted if for one night. Although… the thought of sharing one with Coriolanus… it made Lucy Gray’s blood feel like it was on fire running through her veins.

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