Appointment Post!

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For any interaction that you want to happen with Katniss, anytime and anyplace within the luceti world that do not fit into a given post, please use this!

Just give a date and place, and whether this will be via journal or in-person!

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[She keeps her eyes on him the whole time, never once looking away. The bravado's returned and in full force. Though she's aware that she's being watched by something - probably that creature of his she's spied around him before - she doesn't pay any attention of it. Her entire attention is on his every action. Because the longer she's here, the more she's starting to feel nervous again.

She's going to do this. Fill her debt to him. Like a prostitute. Brought and paid with services rendered. She hates herself for it. But then, she hates herself for a lot of things. What's a little more if it'll prove to protect Prim in the long run?]

I understand. [Finally, she tears her eyes away to bend down and begin to unlace her own boots. They're not anything nearly as complicated as his own. But the sooner they do this, the sooner she'll be able to leave.] Debts are meant to be fulfilled.

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[As accustomed as he is to walking, running, and doing battle in heels - the latter requiring an impeccable sense balance when he resorted to handspringing and other evasive maneuvers -, it’s nothing short of a relief to shuck them off at the end of a long day. He lets them drop, his leather, short-sleeved jerkin and shirt following. But his trousers are left clinging to his hips.

He moves past her, not stopping to watch her undress. There’s nothing to see that he won’t in a moment, nothing that makes hot lust twist deep in his belly.

He tips back-first onto the bed, arms spread, lids falling shut. The mattress bounces beneath him. It has always been too large for him alone, and it almost brings a wry smile to his lips to remember why he had chosen something of this size in the first place.

He takes the time to pull in what feels like the first deep breath in days as he lays there, cold and unreachable, dull-pink stripes and patches of scar tissue almost lost amongst the patterns of ink sprawling down his chest and stomach.

His gauntlets stay on.]

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[stillplaying]

[Her own body is just as littered with scar tissue, remainders of the burns and the skin grafts that never fully healed before she had damaged them again. It's not, in her opinion, an attractive body. Even if it's a slim body, well-toned and curvy, she can't see past the scars. She can't see what others find so attractive.

But for once, she doesn't care what her partner thinks. She has no desire to please him. Only to fulfill that debt. But that touch of bashfulness is still there when she finishes stripping, clothes messily piled on top of each other on the floor. The sooner they do this, the sooner she can try to forget how she's sold herself. So she doesn't hesitate to get on her hands and knees on the bed, crawling close to start kiss a trail along the patterns of his tattoos.]