❝ It annoyed me that I could act like such a carefree child, and it made me want to lash out at the weeds, who knew nothing but to grow taller. I wanted to try to be a good girl.
coriolanus snow x fem!oc
academic rivals to lovers
I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
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The dressings of her wound were changed by a nurse every few hours. Eventually, she started to regain sensation in her legs, with the most noticeable feeling being pain. She yearned for the moment when she couldn't feel them at all.
Tempest has been confined to the hospital wing of the Academy for several days already. People have been coming and going, but their visits have been brief. Some of her classmates have dropped by, but they always seem hesitant, as if they expect her to suddenly spring up and attack them, despite her being injured and all.
Coriolanus had been coming by every day. He kept her informed about Dr. Gaul's writing assignment on "why they love war" and even dropped by in the morning to submit it on her behalf. It was peculiar, but Tempest didn't feel as disgusted by his actions as she should have.
Coriolanus consistently approached her with updates on the tributes, their remaining numbers, and their current conditions. Tempest considered herself fortunate that Reaper had only sustained minor injuries. And it seemed that Reaper dedicated a significant amount of time fretting over her well-being.
Yesterday, Coriolanus, with a furrowed brow and a hint of resentment in his voice, approached Tempest and inquired about the level of closeness between her and her tribute. He couldn't help but bring up their frequent handholding and hushed conversations, as if they were a thorn in his side.
Tempest, on the other hand, couldn't quite comprehend why he would be upset about such innocent gestures, even if they did indicate a certain level of intimacy. However, rather than providing a proper response to his query, she simply shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and uttered a seemingly unrelated statement, "He has an affinity for poems."
Coriolanus was taken aback by her dismissive response, his frustration growing. He had expected a more substantial answer, a reassurance that their connection was purely platonic. But instead, Tempest's words only added to his confusion. What did her tribute's love for poetry have to do with their closeness? Was she trying to divert the conversation away from the topic at hand?
As Coriolanus tried to make sense of her cryptic remark, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The thought of this tribute sharing intimate moments with Tempest, whispering secrets and holding hands, ignited a fire within him. He had always prided himself on being the one who held her attention, the one who shared those private moments with her. And now, to see someone else encroaching upon that territory, it stirred up a mix of emotions he couldn't quite put into words.
Tempest, however, remained oblivious to the storm brewing within Coriolanus. She had always been a free spirit, unbound by societal expectations and norms. To her, the closeness she shared with her tribute was simply a natural extension of their alliance, a bond forged through the trials and tribulations of the Games. Handholding and whispered conversations were nothing more than gestures of support and camaraderie, devoid of any romantic implications.
