And I've written one story for it already:
Damage (Clove, Teen)
The arena holds no terrors for Clove. An existence empty of the violence and death she needs is something else again.
Go. Go write fic. You know you want to.
(And if you want to see the Masterlist, which is in progress, go
here.)
Also, I need Rue icons.
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