Hunger Games AU || open starter
“Aray, that was quite a slap missy” he chuckled, rubbing his cheek. He was used to getting hit a lot, especially by female costumers. To be more specific, the older ones that take a while to warm to. There a few times where is was not a hand that has hit him. He shuddered from the memory of being slapped with octopus tentacles an old woman once bought from him for flirting with her granddaughter. “Ah you’re interested in Capitol fashion then I assume? You have an interesting view on said subject” He never understood it at all, but it was amusing to watch and see.
When she leaned her head onto his shoulder, the expression on his face softened a looked more solemnly. “Oh, well take a nap then if you’re dizzy. Clear you head for a while” he wrapped an arm around her and rested his head on hers, “In fact, I’m a bit sleepy…” He could tell by the tone of her voice that Felicia was a little scared of the fact that they were just a few hours away from beginning their slow and anticipated deaths.
Felicia giggled softly. Under her breath, she whispered an apology. But her body was becoming to get tired. Too much stress, it cried. Too much events, too much food at a certain time, too much anything. Felicia sighed and let herself fall asleep, even if it was just a few hours. Surely their stylist team would come up to them and wake them up as soon as they arrive.
And her assumption was right. The second she opened her eyes, she was blinded by an array of flashy clothing, dyed skin, flawless faces, and so much more. She didn’t know how, or when, but she looked to her side and saw Felipe being led away by another group of stylists. Felicia opened her mouth to call out for him, but instead was led away before she could. Sighing, the tribute girl let the people have their way with her. She’d find him again soon enough.
(Source: sottomarinosposata)
