The Hunger Games - General - 008
Title: X Marks the Spot
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: Effie Trinket
Prompt: 008. Promise
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Summary: It was a promise.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins, not me.
Notes: None.
The celebration for the victory tour started with so many ups and downs, with so many things that confused Effie greatly. But it did end here, in the Capitol, just as she thought it would.
Effie would be lying if she said she never dreamt of coming to the Capitol as an Escort to a victor, to look forward to basking in all the glory as her status rose within the country. She never expected to feel such heaviness in her heart by getting what she wanted. Being an Escort to a Victor was a dream; being an Escort to two at the same time is unprecedented. In all fairness she should be enjoying herself, but she found that she couldn’t.
“A drink, Ms Trinket?” a handsome man said as he produced her with the blue bubbling liquor.
Effie smiled happily, but shook her head. “Not today.”
A well-shaped green eyebrow rose with surprise. “Stating away from things that could get you into trouble, are we?” he asked conspiratorially as he whispered against her ear.
Effie shivered, even if it wasn’t for pleasure. What she wanted was a clear head so she could keep a watchful eye on Peeta and Katniss. She didn’t want to be hammered out of her mind when Haymitch was no doubt puking somewhere.
“I’m abstaining today,” she said politely. “But thank you.”
“Abstaining?” he asked with a wink. “My loss, then.” He raised her hand and placed a kiss firmly on her knuckles. Her heart skipped a beat despite herself.
“Thank you, Mr…”
“Roning,” he said with a dashing smile. “We shall meet again, Ms Trinket, when you’re not staying away from all things pleasurable.”
His innuendo was hard to miss. Effie blushed greatly as she watched him leave, then went looking for her Victors.
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: Effie Trinket
Prompt: 008. Promise
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Summary: It was a promise.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games belongs to Suzanne Collins, not me.
Notes: None.
The celebration for the victory tour started with so many ups and downs, with so many things that confused Effie greatly. But it did end here, in the Capitol, just as she thought it would.
Effie would be lying if she said she never dreamt of coming to the Capitol as an Escort to a victor, to look forward to basking in all the glory as her status rose within the country. She never expected to feel such heaviness in her heart by getting what she wanted. Being an Escort to a Victor was a dream; being an Escort to two at the same time is unprecedented. In all fairness she should be enjoying herself, but she found that she couldn’t.
“A drink, Ms Trinket?” a handsome man said as he produced her with the blue bubbling liquor.
Effie smiled happily, but shook her head. “Not today.”
A well-shaped green eyebrow rose with surprise. “Stating away from things that could get you into trouble, are we?” he asked conspiratorially as he whispered against her ear.
Effie shivered, even if it wasn’t for pleasure. What she wanted was a clear head so she could keep a watchful eye on Peeta and Katniss. She didn’t want to be hammered out of her mind when Haymitch was no doubt puking somewhere.
“I’m abstaining today,” she said politely. “But thank you.”
“Abstaining?” he asked with a wink. “My loss, then.” He raised her hand and placed a kiss firmly on her knuckles. Her heart skipped a beat despite herself.
“Thank you, Mr…”
“Roning,” he said with a dashing smile. “We shall meet again, Ms Trinket, when you’re not staying away from all things pleasurable.”
His innuendo was hard to miss. Effie blushed greatly as she watched him leave, then went looking for her Victors.