⟦ b a c k pocket ⟧ enzo&mace

He'd spent as much time as he could in his tribute room, sprawled on the bed. Everything was so- so-

magnificent,

there'd never been things like this in the districts, and maybe that was the point. Lorenzo tricked his own heart into believing this was where his life was supposed to lead, as if he was just some capitol kid returning home and it was so hard not to get homesick already. To forget that this wasn't his home all along, was it so much of a stretch to not be some spoiled brat? 

Like shit. He had grown more and more excited to embrace that illusion, plastered smile and intermingling with any victor he could. Justice, Mace, Saffron, Mackenzie -- he was one of them. Not no tribute, not some kid on death row, it was so much more exciting to be spoon fed cajun strips and curry and to waste away in the way the windows of his bedroom shifted. There was Temple and him and she planned on coming back, crown on her head; he assumed at least. That she wanted to go and win; Lorenzo never planned on leaving. 

"Aye, Mace!" Pipsqueak voice, there was some form of admiration with having him as a mentor. Everything about Lorenzo was stupid, stupid grin, stupid plans, stupid- "I think I have a deal for you." Lorenzo Pevek, boy of grins and grime and he wasn't dying anytime soon. 

In fact, he'd never even be in trouble. 

[ firestorm ]