#snowjanusweek

[mr-nauseam]

SnowJanus Week Day 1. First Meeting . Coriolanus remembers the first time he saw Sejanus.

He was a little boy, the shadow of the slide covered him completely, he had brown hair, and curly, as if they were snails. A boy who was trembling, while holding a bag of gumdrops, and who was looking at him with those big eyes, full of fear and hope.

He hesitated to approach Coriolanus, who was sitting on a bench, away from the other children and their clumsy games in the mud. He couldn't get dirty, he had no other shirt to wear, so he was simply watching them, pretending to be better than them, when in reality he foolishly longed for the chance to join in their antics.

Sejanus plucked up his courage, and broke the distance between the two, held out his bag of gumdrops, and in a hurried, barely legible manner asked him if he would like to take one. The laughter, and the squeaking of the swings stopped, all the children turned to look at them, intrigued by the audacity of Sejanus to offer one of his absurd gummies to a Snow. They were small, at the time, so they didn't really understand the weight of the rumors completely, they only knew that Coriolanus' father died at the hands of a district rebel, and the intruder who came to their classroom, two weeks ago, seemed to fit such a description.

Sejanus was from the district and was surely a rebel —what was that if not someone who disrupted the order, and his mere presence here in their homes disrupted everything they knew. And it didn't stop there, Hilarius Heavensbee had taken it upon himself to inform them all that, Coriolanus was to be feared. Hilarius tried to insinuate on some occasion that Coriolanus stole an extra dessert from the cafeteria, and received in return, the absolute humiliation of being exhibited before everyone as the child who eats his boogers when no one sees him. Since then the girls, —especially Juno Phipps, who liked him and whom he had given a chocolate bonbon to during the spring festival—, would not want to shake his hand and would turn away with a disgusted expression every time they passed him in the hallway.

Simply lethal. So they all waited expectantly for Coriolanus' response to Sejanus' existence: Would he push him in the mud?, or Make a mocking comment about how tangled his hair looked?, or Take his bag of gumdrops and eat them in front of him?

They all silently agree that it all depends on what little Snow wants from the Plinth boy, or rather what he has to offer; his tears, his candy, his fear. Be that as it may, nothing prepares them to see Coriolanus' hand stretched out in front of Sejanus, silently asking him to give him a gummy bear. The district boy then offers him a smile, stupidly big, and an excessive handful of gumdrops. Before Coriolanus puts his reward in his mouth, he thanks him in a whisper. And Sejanus' reaction, is disproportionate, he takes a seat next to him with a jump, and hands him the whole bag, and starts talking to him, until he runs out of air, about who knows what things.

Coriolanus doesn't remember his words, only, how strangely tender Sejanus looked as he chattered uncontrollably. He almost didn't seem annoying and inconvenient. The children decide to go back to their games, in confusion, only Arachne and her huge bow tie frown, and she seems ready to break the moment until Snow, stares at her, in the sunlight, turning his blue eyes almost white. Arachne trembles, because she understands the message, he doesn't want her to come closer, she knows it, because it's the same way Coriolanus sees her, in silence, every time she asks to take their lunch in his apartment, after their play sessions, in the small park, which is close to the Corso. She shakes herself to shake off the ugly feeling, that runs through her body, it was amazing how scary and weird Coryo could be at times… or all the time. . The answers they all want bombard Coriolanus the next day at school, but he just shrugs and tells them that he didn't bother Sejanus, because he wanted a gummy, and if he made him cry, he was going to wet them. It's simple, straightforward, and logical, but it doesn't explain why he let the district rebel greet him when he entered the classroom, nor why he accepted the cookies he offered him, nor does it explain the strange game they both started to play, in which they pretended they weren't friends but acted as such.

Upon entering the academy, everyone resigned themselves to give up trying to understand what happened, perhaps time would clarify the mysteries behind Coriolanus' feelings and actions, so ambivalent about Sejanus, whom he kept far and near, whom he cared for and controlled, whom he loved and hated.

[colormehappyy]

Snowjanus week fic!! for day 1 !! This is probably the only prompt I will do, you can read it here!! Hope people enjoy!

Prompt was "Who did this to you?"

[tom-lovegood]

Apparently there's a snowjanusweek on Twitter but I don't have an account so I can't see the prompts 😭 yall can someone tell me them bc I want to participate so badly

[thief-of-eggs]

Did you know there's a snowjanusweek ?

i did not- and i am intrigued. when is it??

[mr-nauseam]

SnowJanus Week Day 2. Canon Divergence . Dear Coryo... I feel like I'm losing my mind.

The nightmares that plagued me are only getting worse. Today you died among rainbow snakes, and Marcus is still hanging from the rafter, like a bloody angel, reminding me of my sins. And as usual I could do nothing but mourn your losses, drowning in tears instead of saving both of you.

I woke up crying and my Ma came running to my side, in a vain attempt to calm me down. The poor thing does nothing but tear her nails to shreds, when she thinks no one sees her because I'm an absolute mess. I wish I didn't worry her so much. She doesn't deserve to be so restless, but I have no idea how to help myself. Getting out of bed, seems impossible with each passing day, and all I want to do is rot in the sheets.

It's selfish. I know. But I have promised her to try harder to keep on living? and so I keep on going to my therapist even though my sessions continue to come to nothing. I have signed up to have a stranger repeat to me what my father tells me all the time: that I am lucky, that I waste every opportunity life offers me with my pessimism and everything would be better if only I would change my attitude-

Sejanus takes the eraser and decides to erase that last part. Remembering with regret, that in reality Coriolanus would agree with those words, he was always so suspicious of what he called Sejanus ' capricious attitude. He frowns at the discomfort at those words, until he pauses at the blank space left on the sheet, and the discomfort of what he is doing hits him.

Was he really complaining to Coryo, about his sad existence as a privileged child, while he was living in poverty for almost a decade without telling anyone, without asking for help, and still getting perfect grades? Coriolanus whose attitude was controlled and polite, whose appearance was neat and shiny, Coryo the perfect citizen, who starved, and sacrificed everything so that in the end the Capitol, would punish him for his kindness, by saving the life of a girl from the districts, with whom he fell in love -and whose fate no one knew. Almost as if she had disappeared in the wind after her victory.

Coryo's future was doomed.

Forced to be a peacekeeper, unable to study at the university, with Sejanus, and unable to fulfill his dreams. Once, before the ill-fated tenth games, Coriolanus smiling as he rarely saw him, told him that his grandmother had always believed he could become president of Panem. And while he always appreciated the comment as a simple demonstration of her affection, he had begun to consider the possibility seriously in recent years.

President Snow. The idea might be fantastic, but now it was impossible. He was far away, and not only that, but the Snows had lost their ancestral home in the Corso, and the Plinths had moved in just below, like usurpers, moving into a new apartment they didn't need. Guilt twisted his insides and Sejanus wanted to tear up his letter, not to send anything this time, until he could think of something better to say, because he could not burden his only friend with his irrational worries, when he had bigger problems and he only stopped himself from doing it, because he remembered that letters, is the only thing they will have for 20 years.

Letters that arrived every fortnight.

Did Sejanus really want to waste this opportunity? His therapist's voice echoed, and he had to agree with him. He wrote where the ghost of the letters of his fury lay:

I miss you so much. I hope you are well. Tell me all about your training. You'll do great, I have no doubt about it, you've always been so talented and smart, and your father was an important Colonel. I'm sure it's in your blood.

Are you thinking of taking the officer's exam? With the certificate we sent you you can qualify, you just need to study and... . Almost all my fanfics are divergences from canon so I took the opportunity to delve into certain details of my fav creation: Suffocation Timeline one and for which I am finally writing a sequel :)