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livsoulsecrets · 3 months

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I just finished Bobby François’ chapter in the Society of the snow book and it was one of the chapters I was most curious about, as he is one of the most reserved survivors.

Bobby states many times during his chapter his reasons for that and they’re completely valid. I wanted to share below some portions of his story, as it is not often the center of the discussion when it comes to the survival in the Andes:

“It wouldn’t have mattered to me if they had had to let me die because, deep in my heart, I was expecting that eventuality. I predicted that the hour would arrive when this had to happen because there was no food left, and perhaps it would be necessary to choose somebody. And I was an obvious candidate because I never did anything to deserve their protection. But they never did that. And I believe that it never even entered their minds to do it. […] And when I mention this to my friends today they roar with laughter. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, Bobby,’ they say to me. ‘You’re crazy! You must be drinking too much.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do more, but that I could not. And not only did the group not cast me out, they never demanded more of me than what I could give. They took me into their hearts and gave me everything I needed.”

“Daniel Fernández, who cared for me like a father, always says something that surprises me. He tells me that I, with what I said and with my indifferent attitude, made that atmosphere of high tension, when everybody was on the edge of insanity, more bearable.”

“It’s evident that I suffered a deep depression in the Andes. […] I lost more and more interest in things; I had less will to live, to eat, to cover myself, to take care of myself.”

“Moreover I know, all too clearly, that I owe my life to the group from the Andes. But what moves me more than anything that has ever happened to me is that not a single one of them has ever collected on that debt. More and more I am coming to believe that they don’t even feel that I owe them anything.”

#Bobby François #Roberto François #society of the snow #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow book #Daniel Fernandez #miracle in the andes #pablo vierci

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themaskofthephantom · 4 months

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Little Jellycat Sage Dragon Stimboard

Please be kind. This is the first stimboard I’ve tried to make. It’s full of all of the things my own dragon enjoys. Full credit for the gifs goes to the blogs listed in the tags.

#stimboard #jellycat dragon #sage dragon #tea #embroidery #rain #books & libraries #grass #@bubbly-stims #@biohazardstims #@bats-in-the-snow #@toastedstims #@royallaesthetics #sfw agere #age regression #agere #the tea dragon society

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nero-neptune · 3 months

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“Roy was the engineer, and anything related to engineering, in any specialism, would have to pass through his hands. This included assembling the plane’s radio, just like he’d fixed the small battery-operated Spika radio and made it work.

“Adolfo sat down beside him. He explained to Roy that it was not a matter of expertise in electronics but one of ignorance, and pointed out that Roy was the least ignorant of everybody in that department. Roy argued that he had never seen an airplane radio in his life, not even in a book. Adolfo put his hand over Roy’s. ‘I know that, Roy. We all know that. I only wanted to tell you that you were the best one at handling the wires and the terminals, that’s all. But right now that’s a lot, it makes a huge difference … you are the engineer.’

“Roy, almost breathless, added something that his older friend already knew: ‘I am barely in my first year in Engineering, I’m only twenty years old, and the only time I’ve ever been remotely close to anything like this was when I helped instal a damn audio system for my cousins.’

“‘And you fixed the Spika radio,’ Adolfo responded, as if it were a thermonuclear station and not a basic portable radio the size of a pack of cigarettes. Before Adolfo even said the next sentence he knew clearly that it was as painful for him to say as it was for his friend to hear it. ‘Roy, the group needs your abilities. All we’re asking is that you try.’ ”

– “Is Anybody Listening?” from Society of the Snow: The Definitive Account of the World’s Greatest Survival Story by Pablo Vierci

LA SOCIEDAD DE LA NIEVE | SOCIETY OF THE SNOW (2023) dir. J. A. Bayona

#society of the snow #la sociedad de la nieve #moviegifs #filmgifs #doyouevenfilm #fyeahmovies #userconstance #userrobin #usermarina #userbbelcher #chewieblog #dasakuryo #henricavyll #tuserjyn #dailyflicks #dailyworldcinema #perioddramaedit #userfilm #userstream #myedit #i know i know it's a lot of text i KNOW. it's just important to me #beyond being one more aspect of the story that's shown on screen but further expanded upon in the book-#it spoke to me A Lot bc it's yet another reminder of how 'in their 20s' everyone is here #roy harley's the engineer. and whenever that's mentioned the book goes:#'truly cannot emphasize enough how much he/i hated Every Single Second of being the damned engineer'#like just think about whatever your college/uni major was. and imagine-without warning-you're now the default expert in your field #barely a year's-worth of learning in your back pocket. but people are depending on you! you literally have no room to say 'no'#he did eventually become an industrial engineer. it all worked out. but the stress?? the anxiety??? (all the while missing his best friends #like what a way to learn on the job :/

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toomanythoughts4myhead · 4 months

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toomanythoughts4myhead's masterlist

A\N: Im planning on writting for more fanbases but for now im aimed at tbosas. I accept any asks or requests if anyone is interested, or just interacting in general. Ill try to publish more stuff soon.

The Ballad of Sonngbirds and Snakes

Coriolanus Snow x reader

prompts:

Coriolanus x district!reader (after he almost kills you in district 12, Dr gaul returns you "fixed" as a test)

modern!Coriolanus x reader (he has inherited the postion of a leader of a secret society and you are a journalist seeking a new title, poked your nose in the wrong business.)

shorts, stories, series:

Ballads never end happily and neither do we (series, based on this prompt: after he almost kills you in district 12, Dr gaul returns you "fixed" as a test)

Woven from the same thread (Coriolanus Snow hungers for control but finaly meets his match and is unable to come on top, becomes your lap dog.)

☆Backward reflection (Part 2 to Woven from the same thread, Coriolanus faces his issues and so do you, in the only ways you know. Despite everything you understand how much you need eachother,)

Sejanus Plinth x reader

prompts:

still cooking

shorts, stories, series:

One of a kind (cute wholesome pining idiots in love, running in the rain.)

PS: this is still relatively new for me but imma try my best, hope you enjoy and dont be scread to ask or request, comment like, im happy to be your humble servant. Thank you!

dont be scared to get filthy norhing can scare me at this point

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rogue205 · 1 month

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Okay…

I get it if you’re a fan and “Alive” is nostalgic for me, I won’t lie but …

Saying that it’s the better version and that “La Sociedad de la Nieve” is a copy/paste of it is just not true. Stop deluding yourself.

Alive was written very soon after the rescue and did exactly what the survivors did not want. It dramatized their story. Hollywood took it further. Sure, some survivors got involved in that movie behind the scenes but that was so they could try and make sure Hollywood didn’t take it completely off the rails. It doesn’t even have the real names of most of the passengers and crew.

Also, Piers Paul Read is an American journalist while Pablo Vierci personally knows and has worked very closely with the survivors to tell the story the way it happened.

I think that should also say a lot.

#la sociedad de la nieve #alive #the Andes plane crash #piers paul reads book was very judgey I also found #I noticed that right away #he also greatly mis-characterized some of the boys #I was actually appalled when I read that #society of the snow #my rants #I got really fed up with this ‘debate’#ugh 🙄🙄🙄#my opinion

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dreaming-for-an-escape · 4 months

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I’m reading Roberto Canessa’s book and I’m at chapter 7 where he mentions wearing the sweater his girlfriend gave him while stuck in the Andes and that he still has it to this day 😭❤️

#roberto canessa #book #I had to survive #how a plane crash in the Andes inspired my calling to save lives #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow

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missabnormal · 4 months

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Not to hammer on this too much, but no movie/book/TV series/etc. has impacted as La sociedad de la nieve has. It might be because of my own struggles with mental illness, especially the feelings related to abandonment, loneliness, hopelessness, etc., and because every movie about a horrifying disaster devolves into people killing each other for whatever reason, and also maybe that stories about people coming together and loving each other so much are mostly fictional, but it's like my brain and heart have partly broken down a wall that was blocking their view of the real world. One single movie and the two books that I have read wont single-handedly make my life better, but damn did they give me a necessary kick in the ass.

#I cried four times reading one the books in the span of three-ish days #I don't remember ever crying over a book before #idk man maybe kindness and love are the essence of humans and not cruelty #humanity has survived not despite of cruelty but because of love idk idk #ramblings #Society of Snow #La sociedad de la nieve

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 1 year

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Jon Snow said that Winterfell's library has more than 100 books, like it's a huge amount of books .

Reblog if you have read way more than 100 and/or own more than 100 books.

#jon snow #books #reading #library #valyrianscrolls #i know that westeros isn't a modern society #but this post isn't meant to be taken seriously

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thesunwillshineonusagain757 · 4 months

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Enzo Vogrincic is in Paris and went to the Loewe show. If he becomes a brand ambassador I’m gonna have a freak out! This is what my man deserves !

#this is what he deserves international recognition #I want my man booked and busy #enzo vogrincic loewe #loewe #society of the snow #enzo vogrincic #sociedad de la nieve

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buttercuparry · 1 year

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I have never thought about it before but Jon giving Needle to Arya is more than a mere indulgence. It's more than a symbol of Arya's home ( though at present this symbolism is what is most important of all).

Jon giving Arya Needle is an expression of all that he could never do for himself. I don't know for how long Jon had this project going on. I literally googled "how long would it take to make a sword during medieval times" and I got this;

A cheap sword could take a day or two to make, while a master worked Pattern Welded sword could take a week or more to make. In addition to just the blade itself, a true work of art weapon would have expensive pommel made with a work of art scabbard which combine could take a month or even longer at times.

Arya's blade is of course castle forged. It would have Mikken's expertise. But still it was requested by Lord Stark's bastard without the knowledge of his father. Maybe it was done in secrecy or maybe Mikken didn't think much of it: so it can be something that was in work for a long time or something that struck Jon with Arya's "The woman is important too" and his own "Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister."

Jon truly didn't make the rules. He didn't ask to be born a bastard. He didn't ask for humiliation, the disgust, the coldness with which society treated him. He didn't ask for Catelyn's loathing. He didn't ask for being made to feel as if his existence was chipping away at that which was meant for Lord Stark's true born children. And yet this was his reality. So I wonder if Jon saw his little sister hurting. Hurting because she didn't ask for this. Asked to be born a woman who no matter her talent, her abilities, was kept tightly bound within gender norms. Whose ultimate identity was to be known as someone's wife. Who struggled with mockery because she couldn't fit into what was demanded of her. Trying to bundle up all the hurt in her heart and keep it there.

So maybe Jon thought; " I cannot change the rules for you. I cannot break this system. But by Gods I can try to loosen the tether that is keeping you bound. There is no one who would take the time to loosen the noose around my neck but I see you Arya and by giving you this sword I am trying to chip away what little I can from that which the world so forcefully demands of you. I love you. I see you."

This particular line caught my attention,

Jon looked her over with all his fourteen-year-old wisdom. "You're too skinny," he said. He took her arm to feel her muscle. Then he sighed and shook his head. "I doubt you could even lift a longsword, little sister, never mind swing one."

Jon was right when he said that a traditional sword won't do Arya any good. She didn't have the build for it. This conversation about why "logically" Arya could not participate in the same activities as her brothers quickly dissolved into the conversation about the coat of arms. And then stopped altogether with Joffrey being a dick in the training yard.

I find the progression interesting because Jon here firstly had his own logic of why it wasn't feasible for Arya to get to the training yard, then he had his opinion regarding pride and how much of it was allowed to women, and finally Joffrey and Robb's tiff brought an end to this interlude, once again reminding Jon why he wasn't down there standing with Robb and facing off Joffrey. He was a bastard.

So I wonder if this wasn't Jon's lightbulb moment. If this wasn't when Jon thought-well maybe not a longsword but can't there be something else? I cannot break the system but there has to be a cheat code!!

Needle is as much a representation of Arya's home as it is a symbol of her being seen. It binds her to her identity and at the same time is a proof of the love that would readily offer Arya her freedom. I have now got a newfound appreciation regarding the name of the blade ( something which Jon came up with no less!! of course Arya then rightly guessed it ) . Needle, the name, is a brilliant choice to act as a subversive device and the joke between the siblings then goes on to become all the more nuanced and beautiful, because of the empathy and the thoughtfulness that have gone behind the gesture.

#arya stark #jon snow #he said here lil sister #I got you a cheat code #I cannot break break the rules for you :(#and then 3 or so books later he went like #fuck it #I am going to break every rule for you #you can take the relationship as you want #romantic or platonic #but goddamn if it isn't something that's capable of shaking the world #this meta was inspired by another meta which talks of how Jaime chose to keep cersei bound within the norms of society as it then provided #a stability to his idea of knighthood #and here we have Jon arming Arya #is this another parallel?

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semper-legens · 3 months

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11. Society of the Snow, by Pablo Vierci

Owned: No, library Page count: 358 My summary: October the 13th, 1972. A plane carrying a rugby team, some of their friends and family, and a few other people who decided to take a cheap ticket, crashes into the Andes. Months later, two of them stumble down a mountain, having walked over the mountains to bring help for their friends - sixteen survivors out of forty five people. This is their story. My rating: 5/5 My commentary:

Well, it's happened again - Jamie's reading books about the Uruguayan Flight Disaster. I don't think this should come as a surprise to anyone who's followed this blog for more than a few months. Still, this book surprised me. I have a lot of knowledge about the disaster (survival cannibalism is one of my weird special interests) and while this book didn't teach me anything new with regards to the facts, it did have a lot to say about the opinions of the survivors, their reflections on this horrific event, and the impact of the disaster on the rest of their lives. I didn't know that the author of this book, Pablo Vierci, was a member of the community where the boys came from, and personally knew most of the people involved in the disaster. Although he refrains from editorialising until the end, it's clear that this connection colours the way he chooses to tell this story, and the clear compassion and humanity that shines through his narrative here.

The book is structured with alternating chapters - the first will tell a third-person episode from the disaster in roughly chronological order, the second will be a testimony from one of the survivors, where they mostly talk about their reactions to the disaster and their philosophies around it. All of the survivors are reflected here; the book was written before the deaths of Javier Menthol in 2015 and Coche Inciarte in 2023. As I alluded to in the opening, one of the things I really appreciated here was the space allowed to the survivors to just talk about how they feel about the crash. Reactions ranged from those who openly talk about their ordeal on the mountains, giving lectures and motivational speeches, to those who have not spoken of it at all in the years since. Yet all of them gave their voices to this book. And even through the disparate opinions, some commonalities can be drawn. Not wanting to be seen as heroic for surviving, when it was just chance that meant they lived while their friends died. Helping each other no matter what, the love and kinship felt between the survivors even when their personalities clashed. Respect for those who died, wanting their names to be remembered with equal weight.

Every one of the survivors' chapters ends with a little biographical information about them. It starts with the facts - year of birth, career - then dovetails into a description of their character, as Vierci sees it through their interviews. He is respectful to all of them, shining a light on this diverse group of men and their personalities, showing them in the best light. It's really sweet. Vierci is giving the survivors the humanity that the press sensationalised away, particularly after the cannibalism became public knowledge. These were real human beings who were fighting for their lives, and it's unfair to judge them from the safety and comfort we enjoy. Those who died, and cannot speak for themselves, are still immortalised in the memories of those who survived, and by the printing of the names of all who were on that plane within the book. Vierci wants their stories to be told. And I think he did an admirable job here.

Next up, drama and intrigue in 18th century London, as a fortune teller tries to claim her inheritance.

#Society of the Snow #Pablo Vierci #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #5

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scarletfantasia · 3 months

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I decide to watch again Alive (1993) to compare with Society of the Snow.

I discovered their story through a documentary and later with Alive that I liked so much that I read the book and Nando's book. And yes I havent seen again this movie after that. Because the choices they made with the reality and changing the names' deads disturbed me. Knowing the Survivors didnt like it was also a reason I hoped for a new movie and kept a distance with Alive. But I still genuinely thought it wasnt "bad" And I kept a "nostalgic" memory of it.

Well, after Society of the Snow, watching a old documentary and reading again Nando's book...oh dear Alive (1993) is painful to watch.

I could write already an essay about everything that goes wrong...and I am only at the thirtieth minutes.

#oh deat it will be long #really long #first I want to scream for how they broke the group and the friendship #they said they are friends but you dont see any friendship between them #or the one Hollywood imagine in 90s with american boys and for drama #like they want sooo bad to create conflicts so their brilliant idea is showing Marcelo being betrayed by them ?!#I remembered that the first time I saw the movie Antonio (Marcelo) wasnt kind and a good captain in my eyes #through the books I was able to change my mind but for god sake thirteen years later and Society of tje snow later IT IS SO DISREPECTFUL #how they were able to choose and to decide Eduardo and Fito would be disrepectful and cold with him???#Marcelo was Eduardo's best friend #you never see it in Alive #urgh #gotta continue but I feel it will be complicated #like some good ideas maybe and mostly the wrong ones blame on Hollywood #society of the snow #alive 1993

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toomanythoughts4myhead · 5 months

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A drop of poison goes a long way

Summary: More insight in Coriolanuses work life and the veil of what is going inside his past loves head is finaly revealed. Coriolanus is offered what he wants. Will it be his doom again?

Warnings: Coriolanus Snow and his brain; mentions of attempted murder, shooting, gun violence, prosthetic as result; Capitol people.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader

A/N: I am so sorry it took me this long to write this. December wasn't 🎄Decembering🎄 it was 📝Decembering📝. I hope you enjoy and I will try to be more on schedule. Hope yall enjoy.

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Coriolanus liked to think of himself as a sensible individual by Capitol standards, to say the least.

Then why has he been on the verge of ripping his hair out for the past day and a half?

Ever since Dr Gaul had presented to him his "fixed" songbird he has been in a state of mind unbecoming of the image he has built himself to be. He even had to cancel his lunch outing with Solicis Saddler, a hefty sponsor of the games with an odd bloodthirst for someone who was missing most of his natural teeth and had gotten a tacky golden replacement.

Dr Gaul hadn't allowed for him to take you home or stay long, not that he had been able to protest, eyes glued to your form like ot would set you on fire or make you crawl back in his arms. He didn't want to think about the consequences; he knew he had failed whatever test this was supposed to be. He should have remained stoic and proud, barely sparing you a glance. Instead, he gaped at you, hopefully with a closed mouth.

He had gotten used to troubling his mind with various plots and schemes before bed, usually that kept his mind at bay and away from you. Now, you came back in strutting to render him powerless over his own being. He felt stupid and weak, unsure who to hate more - himself or you.

He decides he hates you most.

After the encounter, he had gotten back in his car and gone to work, collecting himself now that you were out of sight. With the rise of popularity after the 11th and especially 12th game the making of the Hunger Games had become a lot more professional and lavish, the personal had expanded and even changed and added buildings to the office.

As a head game maker, he worked and operated over the main building, the center, and the gem of the whole operation. The building itself was in various shades of whites and blacks, and all in-between, a lot of the structure was from black and white marble with golden cracks. Coriolanus liked working there, in his expensive suits and office at the top of the building, overlooking the whole Capitol. he felt powerful, as he should. He was the one in control.

The main game makers teams were separated and had multiple departments that discussed locations, structures, finances, networking and so on and forth, anything needed for the games to run smoothly and be as entertaining as possible. He was the one who organized meetings and approved ideas and made sure they would also be reasonable by the almost limitless budget. This meant he technically worked only a few hours; the other time, he spent building ties and attending lunches and dinners that would benefit him. Technically, since he is the head and face of the operating, whatever helped him helped the community. So, no one complained or questioned him.

This day was horrible and he breezed by most of it, he felt that on the back of his mind he was reliving this morning over and over and decided its best not to interact with one of his best sponsors when not fully with hus mind. He had fumbled some excuse on his way back from work that he didn't feel good, which was partly true.

Now, the hot water of his shower was burning his skin as he increased it again. He didn't like the burning hot but thus was about discipline. I remember who he was now and for what eh stood. He wouldn't allow you to take this away from him again.

His sleep was troubled and came upon him way too late, his skin felt raw and sensitive from the waterx maybe he shouldn't over do it too much, he wouldn't like for people to notice. His carefully glided back curls were sticking everywhere, and he felt aggitated, but he fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. Not uncommon.

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In the morning, he felt better. He rose with the same confidence he had adopted and went out for a run. At least his stay in the districts had taught him discipline and instilled the need to train his body, something all the spoiled and often drugged up or obese people of the Capitol seem to lack. It made him stand out, with his sculpted torso and wide shoulders, strong but not intimidating brutishly so, he filled out his shirts and suits in way he never could back when he was barely eating anything with substance.

It had snowed again last night, surely a good fortune. His sneakers left imprints in the still not cleared up paths in the near park, his breath fanned over his face in clouds of white smoke, he could feel the chilling air nip at his sides through the thin running clothes he had. He felt alive.

By this time, his avoxes were up and on the go, tending to the apartment and the his work clothes and breakfast. He knew their routine like the back of his hand, and so they didn't dare step out of it; it felt good. Each day he got the same royal treatment, no back talk (or any talk for that matter), after a while even he didn't have to talk to them, they knew what to do, he would often limited himself to simple commands. It was a pleasant start to his day since he had to deal with pompous arrogant moneybags for a living.

When he reached the street on which his apartment resided the sun was starting to turn the sky redish. He felt a faint sheen of sweat on his doby and shuddered as his body started to cool down from the exercise, what caught his attention was one of his avoxes waiting for him at the threshold of the apartment. Coriolanus raised an eyebrow as he approached, straightening his back and slowing down his breathing. Judging by the unsure look on their face he knew something had gone wrong, they weren't supposed to be here.

"Could you explain to me what you are doing outside?"

The avoxe looked up at him with gaze that held too much fear, sure he had punished avoxes before but not so cruelly. A mere doubling of chores or less food had been all he had done, merely disciplinary shows of power. The same way a dog needs to be taught, so do humans. The avoxe passed him a note, an envelope sealed with red wax in the capitols symbol. A message from the Citadel.

Coriolanus lifted an eyebrow. Receiving mail isn't exactly an out of the ordinary thing, he doesn't think it's really worth it freeze his ass of and catch something over a letter, but his gnawing intuition told him it was something bad. The realization seeped through and he felt an unpleasant churning in his timach as he ripped the envelope and read the letter.

It would hardly be called a letter since it consistented barely two sentences but It made his head spin.

"Take this as an encouragement from the staff of the Citadel for all your hard work. We hope you don't mind we clipped your Songbirds wings a little."

It wasn't signed but it didn't have to be. Who else could have scared his staff this badly but Dr Gaul? The implications of the letter set in and he barged into his apartment way too quickly, almaot shoving the avoxes down the stairs.

Snow fells and littered his floor, making wet spots on his white rug, but it wasn't the only thing tainting his apartment. There on his couch he found you, sitting cross-legged and fighting woth the decorative bouquet of roses on the coffee table. Your gaze snapped to him, watching hiw with curiosity and a startled look in your eyes as he stared back with such intensity it made you feel uncomfortable.

The hospital gown he had seen before had been switched for a creame white knitted dress that reached your knees and black leggings with boots, semi-useful for the weather and surprisingly basic for the extravagant taste of the Capitol. In the natural light seeping from the glass wall your prosthetic arm looked too natural. You looked too natural, unchanged, maybe even bettered by some fancy Capitol equipment.

What surprised him most was the way you looked at him.

He had spend a long time going over all possibilities of interactions between him and you, he had imagined a cold shoulder, yelling, screaming, maybe you would even try to attack him. But you looked at him with admiration, your face brightened as you placed your warm gaze on him. Not lovingly like before, you didn't seem to recognize him fully.

He walked closer until your knees were a hairstarnd away from his thigh and stopped. He didn't know how to react, he could feel the grasp of control he wielded best at his own house. You just had that effect on him, maybe it was the puppy smile on your face.

As he approaches you stand up, now he can clearly see the white bow on your head, truly wrapped like a present for him.

"Dr Gaul sends her warmest regards. And im here to thank you personally for all you have done for me."

Coriolanus despote everything found himself even more confused. Sure, he had done a lot of you: kept you alive during the Hunger games, cheat in the Hunger games for you, carry out some duty in district 12. He hadn't imagined you'd be thankful for it now. His lack of response must have confused you.

"I am so very thankful you saved me from the districts. I would have been left for dead if you hadnt sent your team of doctors to help me." - you add with a sweet genuine smile and loving gaze.

What?

"Well i couldnt leave my girl for dead among these animals. You know I'd do anything for you." - he smiled back and went as far as to gently grasp your hand in a sweet gesture.

He is grasping at loose straws here. It was evident that your memory was very... selective and altered. He could somewhat force himself to imagine that it was all due to the incident, but he knew better. This was all Dr Gauls idea and work. He needed to figure out more of the scenario Dr Gaul had constructed for you. And to find out how.

You seemed to like the gesture, squeezing his hand into your smaller one. Your hands were softer, not calloused or rough from playing guitar or surviving, but soft and inviting. Your nails were even done, he had to give it up.to the person in charge of your presentation, they had truly went all in.

"It all happened so fast, the doctors never filled me in fully of what exactly happened." - he said feigning ignorance and worry.

"It was horrible. After i returned i wanted to see my family so bad, but everyone turned on me. They chased me down through the forest because i had managed to get a glimpse of what thwy want - wealth and power, even if briefly from the Capitol. My own family tried to shoot me." - you said and it visibly made you upset, your voice became more uneven, wobbling lightly with along with your bottom lip.

Your own blood? You had no living family, you'd said so yourself before. It appears the lab team had decided to do this in the most dramatic way possible.

He put his thumb on your slightly trembling chin, running his knuckles over your reddening bottom lip and coo at you sympatheticly, as much as he could.

"My poor girl, im so sorry it took us this long to get you back and kicking. Those people certainly did a number on your poor body." - he ran his free hand up on the prosthetic bicep, it felt colder to the touch, not as squishy as human flesh and fat, but surprisingly close.

You nod into the palm of his hand, looking at him with big watery eyes. This is amazing, Coriolanus thought. He had you right how he always wanted you, under his thumb and eating out of his palm. You were like a frail little fawn waking up after the cruel winter had passed, everything is different but so so familiar. He would be your guide, he will show you the right way, he will be your light and your dark. You will worship and thank him for taking your control and responsibilities away.

All hate seemed to be burried for now, this opportunity made Coriolanus too excited, to have his favorite toy back. You weren't the girl who had sicked a snake on him, no, that girl was dead, trapped in her own body but permanently erased. Whatever he had now was the perfect doll with your face slapped on it.

"Oh my precious lamb, welcome home."

He cooed and tried to keep the sadistic glint in his eyes from showing too much. He put his arms around you, big hands digging into the warm material of your lower back, the rose ring on his pointer finger scraped the material. Your cheek was pressed against collarbone, nosing at his neck. Even a few seconds in his embrace and the sickeningly sweet smell of white roses was clinging to your whole body. Even a few minutes were enough for his poison to take root.

He runs his hands up and down your back, keeping you close. It felt good, to feel your warmth again, it made something tick in his brain whenever he felt your warmer weaker body against his. Call it animal instincts or a sick mind, neither are too far off.

"Ive missed you" he croons in your neck, his nose bumps your pulse point and it makes your head feel lighter. You are alsmot too loat in each other, but the feeling of being watched makes you open your eyes to find a nervous looking older woman. You instinctively true and pull away from Coriolanuses tight embrace but he doesn't let up, his hands just dig deeper into the fat on your hips and sides.

"Where do you think you are running off to? Are you not happy to be mine?" - he asked with a mocking tone but the intensity in his eyes never wavered.

"Corio, there is someone her-"

"Just an avoxe, no need to be shy. She wont say a peep." - replied clamly and stood back to his full height, keeping you good to his side like an accessory. Your face was held to his chest by the back of your neck, the hold wasn't strong but you hadnt tried to break free either. It made your cheeks burn a tad bit. "What seemes to be the problem?"

The woman stood still and pondered how to explain it without actual words but the loud bickering of an old man that could be also drunk and rattle of metal made Coriolanuses breath hitches for a moment.

Solicis Saddler.

He had promised dinner at his penthouse to make up for canceling, to go over the future plans of the games to keep the bloodthirsty man at bay and his wallet open for all gruesome scenes. Judging by his pompous screaming and yelling at his staff he had taken the invitation to heart.

Coriolanus had completely forgot about this. And it made him feel like the ever-growing tower that was his life was tilting, he was getting sloppy. He needed to focus again. He won't repeat the same mistakes.

Pressed against him, Coriolanus could feel you flinch as the octaves kept on getting louder. He needed to apologize to his neighbors tomorrow for all the chatter. He gave your waist a squeeze and kept you locked to him.

"Let him in."

(Not my best but lemme cook chat, i.swear ill do better next time.)

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