Born to Die, by herosquad
Fandom Category: Hunger Games
Pairing: Glimmer/Cato
Fic Title: Born to Die
Author: herosquad
Link: http://lemonout.livejournal.com/1104.html
Rating/Warning(s): R
Genre: ... drama?
WIP?: No.
Why This Must Be Read: She was bred for slaughter. He was made for glory. Alliances are a funny thing, you see. 'Cause I walked out of the movie thinking I saw something between these two, and hell, there's already fic. God bless fandom. A very intense, brilliant look at what it's like to be raised to be a Career. It's an honor, you see.
Deftly written.
She watches Gloss go to the Games and win, and during his victory tour, all she can think about is her own. The subsequent year, she watches Cashmere go through the same routine - publicity, domination, homecoming, and her yearning to do the same, to win, grows even stronger. She’s old enough now to understand the gravity of the situation, of course. If she were in a different district, one where there are no volunteers, her name would be in the lottery twice. But there’s no element of chance at play here. Nothing is left up to fate. If she goes to the Games, it will be completely premeditated, of her own doing, and done with the belief that she not only can win, but she will win.
She got her mother’s looks. She got her father’s lust for blood.
Pairing: Glimmer/Cato
Fic Title: Born to Die
Author: herosquad
Link: http://lemonout.livejournal.com/1104.html
Rating/Warning(s): R
Genre: ... drama?
WIP?: No.
Why This Must Be Read: She was bred for slaughter. He was made for glory. Alliances are a funny thing, you see. 'Cause I walked out of the movie thinking I saw something between these two, and hell, there's already fic. God bless fandom. A very intense, brilliant look at what it's like to be raised to be a Career. It's an honor, you see.
Deftly written.
She watches Gloss go to the Games and win, and during his victory tour, all she can think about is her own. The subsequent year, she watches Cashmere go through the same routine - publicity, domination, homecoming, and her yearning to do the same, to win, grows even stronger. She’s old enough now to understand the gravity of the situation, of course. If she were in a different district, one where there are no volunteers, her name would be in the lottery twice. But there’s no element of chance at play here. Nothing is left up to fate. If she goes to the Games, it will be completely premeditated, of her own doing, and done with the belief that she not only can win, but she will win.
She got her mother’s looks. She got her father’s lust for blood.