[Clove likes white chocolate. Enough to bring several pieces home with her after a spa visit. She'll like it much less tomorrow when the effect wears off, but... for right now, it tastes good, and she doesn't notice or mind how much she's been talking.
After Cato's address to Luceti (and a few minutes after she's finished a piece), she looks at him. The man's ring around her neck she usually hides is out, and she toys with it mildly. For all the sentiment she feels this week, she's still a Career. It's somewhat worrying, and she still knows caution about what she wants to say and how it might sound.
She strokes the ring. Cato's father's ring. Cato's ring. Then:]
[His eyes fall to the golden band shes playing with and he ducks his head quickly before smiling and looking back up at her with a quiet voice.]
Yes.
[He couldn't help the honesty because he couldn't just...stay quiet. It was better and less hurtful than a lie though. He didn't want to hurt her - not anymore.]
I think about it a lot. We have time to think here.
[Her head stays ducked, but there is a small smile on her face. She bites a little at her lip, not out of fear but out of nerves. It's not something they've ever actually talked about. Even after the rings were exchanged, they never discussed it. Because it was a promise, one way or another, to someone who was going to die.
But here. There's time to think. And--]
We have time to do it. Or. At least. [Maybe it's too fast here. Maybe this time means they should think about it more.] If... we wanted to.
[Cato knows he sounds unsure and more than just a little wary. They weren't the healthiest people, he wasn't even sure what to call what they had. It was more like survival than a relationship. He couldn't operate without having Clove there with him and she ... she had shown him that he wasn't alone in that. So what was it?]
[But it's uncertain and careful. This means saying it. Committing to it. It's not just a hypothetical, really. They do have time. They could do it. Only the Malnosso and battle. And they... could live like that.
Couldn't they? She'd be willing to. If he wanted to.]
[It comes out like a blow, as if it had been taken its sweet time forming, becoming something and was waiting for the moment to be something realized.]
[He grinned at her, the expression much too free and happy for his disposition but things were...good. Right now. Why shouldn't he be happy? Feeling compelled, Cato ducked down and pressed his forehead against hers.]
[Clove laughs a little, slipping her hand behind his head, toying with his hair.]
You, too?
[This is what they get. She can be amused about it right now. They don't talk about anything, really. Maybe it's for the best sometimes, sure, but not always. Not when it's about things like this.]
Wonder what they do here. I know a couple people have gotten married here.
[And she's not eager to ask, herself. Sure, some people might be able to help, but... Even softened around the edges, too many people think ill of where they come from.
She smiles a little, glancing up at him.]
We could... just do it like we would. In District Two.
[He shrugs, thinking it doesn't really matter too much to him how they do it. It's just...something he wants and he can't think that it'd ever be something that could be false. How could it? It seemed too genuine to be an illusion.]
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deadalready) wrote2023-08-02 02:12 pm
February 17th, evening:
After Cato's address to Luceti (and a few minutes after she's finished a piece), she looks at him. The man's ring around her neck she usually hides is out, and she toys with it mildly. For all the sentiment she feels this week, she's still a Career. It's somewhat worrying, and she still knows caution about what she wants to say and how it might sound.
She strokes the ring. Cato's father's ring. Cato's ring. Then:]
You ever think about doing it?
February 17th, evening:
Yes.
[He couldn't help the honesty because he couldn't just...stay quiet. It was better and less hurtful than a lie though. He didn't want to hurt her - not anymore.]
I think about it a lot. We have time to think here.
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But here. There's time to think. And--]
We have time to do it. Or. At least. [Maybe it's too fast here. Maybe this time means they should think about it more.] If... we wanted to.
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[Cato knows he sounds unsure and more than just a little wary. They weren't the healthiest people, he wasn't even sure what to call what they had. It was more like survival than a relationship. He couldn't operate without having Clove there with him and she ... she had shown him that he wasn't alone in that. So what was it?]
Want to, I mean.
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[But it's uncertain and careful. This means saying it. Committing to it. It's not just a hypothetical, really. They do have time. They could do it. Only the Malnosso and battle. And they... could live like that.
Couldn't they? She'd be willing to. If he wanted to.]
If... you want to.
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[It comes out like a blow, as if it had been taken its sweet time forming, becoming something and was waiting for the moment to be something realized.]
Holy shit. I do.
[Yeah, he's trying not to laugh at himself.]
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But he repeats it, and she grins, sitting up a bit straighter.
Nope, that smile won't go away, even when she attempts to rein it in.]
We could do it.
I mean-- why not?
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[He grinned at her, the expression much too free and happy for his disposition but things were...good. Right now. Why shouldn't he be happy? Feeling compelled, Cato ducked down and pressed his forehead against hers.]
I'd like to. I've kind of wanted to for a while.
[Oh shit there it is.]
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You, too?
[This is what they get. She can be amused about it right now. They don't talk about anything, really. Maybe it's for the best sometimes, sure, but not always. Not when it's about things like this.]
Wonder what they do here. I know a couple people have gotten married here.
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You should ask.
[He might be feeling lovey-dovey but he sure as hell isn't feeling like jumping to ask Luceti.]
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She smiles a little, glancing up at him.]
We could... just do it like we would. In District Two.
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If you want to; it's fine.
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[But that will be important to them. Because that's all that really matters.]