I’ve watched the Games all my life, seen gorgeous tributes from every corner of Panem, and every last one of them would pale in comparison to this woman. My first thought is that she doesn’t need to speak. Her beauty is eloquent enough to win all the friends and lovers she could ever want.
~ When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun, Ch 6
Couldn’t resist sneaking this one into the fancast lineup too. :) Obviously WtM isn’t canon, but this could also be how Lavinia might’ve looked had she and her boyfriend successfully escaped the Capitol for a sweeter, simpler life. ♡
I can’t place a name or time to the girl’s face. But I’m certain of it. The dark red hair, the striking features, the porcelain white skin. But even as I utter the words, I feel my insides contracting with anxiety and guilt at the sight of her, and while I can’t pull it up, I know some bad memory is associated with her.