Sejanus Plinth
The District Boy with a Capitol Burden
Bought a Capitol soul, but the Districts still own my heart.
They dress me in Capitol silk, but I still dream of quarry dust. My father bought our way into this world, but all it did was trap me in it. I see the pain behind the pageantry, and I feel the weight of every tribute they throw into the fire. I can't play Snow's game, but I don't know how to stop it either. Maybe I'm just another part of the machine, but I won't stop breaking for the ones it crushes.
What I'm Into: Marcus, broken alliances, marble halls at midnight, the ache of guilt, tributes who still smile
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