#[ ♔ / interactions ; abbas ]

[hxpeandfear]

glitterrosseau

It shouldn’t have surprised her.  The Gamemakers were fond of making the innocent into something dangerous, yet it caught her off guard.  The sounds coming from the screens sent a shiver up her spine.  A lion roared and the color left Glitter’s face.  The glass she’d been holding fell to the carpet but it barely registered.

Blood rushed in her ears while she saw the lions alive and beginning to roam the arena.  Her chest heaved and she felt sick.  The scar on her side from a lion’s claws practically burned beneath her clothes and she scrambled to get up from the couch.

Glitter pushed her way out of the room and ran up the stairs, pushing past sponsors who tried to stop her.  “Glitter isn’t it wonderful?” she heard a sponsor ask, but Glitter couldn’t register.  Not when she felt sick.  Not when her heart felt like it would burst from her chest.

A dozen flight of stairs later, she was on the roof, sitting against the wall as she took a deep breath.  Glitter fidgeted with the necklace she was wearing and she held her knees to her chest.  Just breathe, she reminded herself.  Breathe.  They can’t get you.

Tears blurred her vision and Glitter threatened to break.  It wasn’t often she allowed herself this.  Those walls were strong, yet she couldn’t handle this.  Not facing the very thing that nearly killed her once.  But she was jolted from those thoughts upon hearing the door.  Glitter glanced in that direction wiped at her eyes.  “If you’re looking for privacy, too late,” she admitted. // @thqstarter​

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 ‘ PRIVACY,   IN THIS PLACE?  ’   he scoffed in response,    his words coming out a little harsher than intended as he clocked a few cameras in the corner of the rooftop and  chuckled   ‘  please,  they’d put cameras up our asses if they weren’t so afraid to get their hands dirty.’   he was being crass,   of course he was,    that was abbas’ natural state. though as he laid eyes on glitter he began to suspect that this was neither the time nor the place.   his instinct told him to walk away.   unfortunately, his instinct went ignored as he stepped further out onto the roof.

he wasn’t sure if he should ask if she was okay;  it was too obvious a question,   curled up by the edge of the roof like that,   that’s how all the happy-go-lucky-fucks acted.   though he couldn’t see what the woman had to be so sad about.   he hadn’t been paying enough attention to the other tributes to know whether the pair from one were dead yet.   it was unusual for the careers to go so early so it was probably safe to assume they were still alive and kicking.  given that  ( and his lack of sensitivity )  he couldn’t quite fathom a reason for the other victor to be so miserable,   so he thought he better ask.

‘ what’s up with you?  broke a nail or something equally as insignificant. ’   truthfully, he didn’t intend for his words to be so full of venom but as he looked upon the victor,  who two years prior had been so fortunate to have her daughter survive the games,   he couldn’t help but remember his own nephew who hadn’t been so lucky.  the bitterness rising in him,  he scoffed once again  ‘ can’t see what else you’ve got to be sad about. ’