Author: MinaRivera
Rating: M
Fandom: Hunger Games
Pairing: Katniss/Cinna
Summary: Thriller/Supernatural. Katniss had been fooling herself into believing her nightmares weren’t more than just a trick of her subconscious. They had clearly been a warning—a warning that she should’ve listened—but now it was too late. “You can’t run, Katniss. You. Are. Mine.”
Dedication: To my dear Ro, for her friendship and introducing me to a new fandom. This plot bunny wouldn’t be possible without you. I hope you like it. xo
Ensnare
Effie chuckled and set the cup down. Her porcelain hands grabbed Katniss’ and squeezed them in comfort, and then she turned them over to look at her palms. After a few more minutes in silence, she let out a long sigh.
“I don’t fully understand what the dreams mean, my dear. I’m rather concerned about them. I wish you could move to holy ground, but being that your father never married your mother through the church…”
Katniss gulped. “You’re scaring me.”
The holy ground was the residence surrounding the abbey, but you needed to be a member of the church and abide by all their laws in order to live there. Since neither her father nor mother ever had any religious beliefs, their marriage was never blessed by any member of the church. Katniss was, for all intents and purposes, a bastard child, someone not worthy to set foot on that consecrated land.
Effie gave her a sad smile and cupped her cheeks. She pulled her face closer, and Katniss leaned over the table. She felt the old woman’s lips move over her forehead before she planted a sweet kiss against her skin.
“Your mother will keep you safe.”
“She’s rarely home. Ever since Dad passed away...” She looked down at her lap and bit her lip. “She’s rarely home,” she repeated in a whisper, feeling the tears pooling in her eyes.
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