til death do us part } justice x elara

oh, my mind's getting violent

it only multiplies in the silence
give you a fist full of violets and
watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids

The clouds. The flowers. The place settings.

My dress.

All white.

Everywhere I look there's more and more white, and I'm so nervous I'm convinced my face changed color to match. Mother insisted on having an all white wedding. She wanted to keep it classic, she swore that the white would photograph better than any other color. I've learned not to argue with her over the years. It would be useless, and I found that out when I tried to argue with her about this whole thing. I told her that I wasn't ready, that it was rushed, but she shot me down in less than five minutes, and here I am.

Not a speck of white except for my lips, a deep auburn color, Bambi had insisted upon it. She claimed that I needed to stand out on my big important did.

But it didn't feel like my day at all.

Bambi had also picked out the dress. She had begged and begged, and it only seemed fair as I could barely say the word wedding without almost throwing up. I trusted her judgement too, she wouldn't purposely make me look stupid, or at least I hoped. When she brought out the dress I smiled for the first time all day.

It was perfect.

Sleek and elegant with long sleeves of lace. A back that was open to show just enough skin, but not enough to reveal too much. Pearl closures down the back and somehow everything seemed to fit just right. Bambi pulled my hair up loosely and left a few pieces to frame my face. I smile again. Number two. I looked beautiful, and I never thought that could be possible. I give her a brief hug and when I pull back there's a tear in her eye.

I saw him from across the room as I did my best to pose for pictures. It seemed to be taking forever because they kept claiming that my eyes were too squinty. The tabloids had to have at least something they could work with. He looked almost as nervous as I did, and if anything that made me feel strangely better. We both knew this wasn't what we wanted, at least not yet.

But here we are.

"Shouldn't you be used to this by now? The Capital can't seem to get enough of you," It's true, it had been quite a few Games since Justice had won, but no matter where I turned I felt as if a camera was following him, especially today. I did my best to smile, but I'm pretty sure that it came out as a grimace. My eyes quickly flashed to the man he pointed at, a disgusting man, the kind that you can tell normally prays on younger women. "To a pulp? I'm pretty sure I can do a better job than you can," My stare traveled to his bad leg and then back to his eyes.

Smile number three.

I look up at him, there's still something about him. Something that keeps me breathless, in a way that I can't tell if it's good or bad. Something that would make me forget my words, something that keeps me on my toes, that makes me wonder, that makes me wanting to keep wanting more, that makes me never want to look away. "Unless wanting to kill you twice counts, then no, I don't think I have. At least not yet,"

There was something.

And maybe we can turn this into something real.

i've been running from the moon
since i got burnt by the sun
your face is brand new
but your smile is gone