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“And last but not least, District Twelve girl… she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.”
His girl. His. Here in the Capitol, it was a given that Lucy Gray belonged to him, as if she'd had no life before her name was called out at the reaping. Even that sanctimonious Sejanus believed she was something he could trade for. If that wasn't ownership, what was?
“You matter to me Lucy Gray.”
She was his girl, she had saved his life, and he had to do everything he could to save hers.
It’s not over until the mockingjay sings.
“You’re mine and I’m yours. It’s written in the stars.”
He felt so relaxed and free. What if this was his life: rising whenever, catching his food for the day, and hanging out with Lucy Gray by the lake? Who needed wealth and success and power when they had love? Didn’t it conquer all?
Coriolanus Snow, more loner than lover.
Coriolanus, adjusting a hot pink rosebud in her hair. It matched the one on his lapel, just in case anyone needed a reminder of who Lucy Gray belonged to.