Post by Taywen on Oct 7, 2011 20:58:33 GMT -8
Title: The Ballad of Greasy and Snow
Rating: G
Category: Non-Canon Pairing
Word Count: 950
Summary: Appearances are important.
A/N: For the record, this pairing would never have occurred to me on my own. I blame Kate and Rowena. (Now I have to finish my real fics... XD)
Her name is Griselda, but everyone calls her Greasy. Children are cruel like that, spiteful and willing to attack anything they perceive as a vulnerability. Children of the Capitol that is - children from the Districts don't really have the luxury to be so pretty; their attention is consumed by survival.
Greasy is an anomaly. She has little interest in the annual Hunger Games, and seems to care nothing for her appearance or personal hygiene. The other children (teenagers, really) are disgusted by her greasy hair and unkempt clothes - they make fun of her and play pranks and it's all very childish.
(Greasy is from the Capitol, and in the Capitol appearance is everything - this is probably why everyone hates her and her lack of care for her appearance.)
His name is Coriolanus, but everyone call him Snow - his father is a high-ranking minister in the government, and their parents always tell them 'treat him with respect'. He's been in Greasy's class every year, but he has never worked up the nerve to talk to her.
(Snow is from the Capitol, where appearance is everything - the son of an important minister can't be seen talking to the eccentric girl.)
Snow is, in a way, as much of an outcast as Greasy. No one says anything to his face, but he knows people resent him and talk about him behind his back. No one gets close to him - he has no one he really considers his friend - and sometimes he feels a little lonely.
"Why did you dye your hair white?" Greasy asks him one day, in their advanced calculus class. There's only like five kids in it, because most Capitol youths are more interested in fashion than academia.
After a few moments of shock, he replies (very eloquently) "White... Snow... You know."
Greasy looks up from the tablet in front of her. "I preferred your hair blond. It was almost white blond, anyway."
The three other kids in their class give a strangled sort of collective gasp.
Greasy shrugs and returns to her work.
(After that, Snow found himself making excuses to talk to Greasy, and somewhere along the way they became friends.)
Greasy is someone who has little patience for the Capitol's decadence and inefficiency. She's a no-nonsense woman with a strong opinion and no time for incompetence. She's amazing at logistics, and in his (admittedly scarce) spare time, Snow sometimes entertains daydreams of ruling Panem with her at his side.
Snow's father is grooming him as the next President. The current one is getting old, and Snow is a charming, charismatic young man. Snow Senior intends to install his son as the President and rule from the shadows, so to speak.
Snow brings Greasy home to his parents. Afterwards, she says, "He's just using you, Coriolanus."
He shrugs and says, "I know." Greasy is the only person outside of his family who uses his given name.
(And then he tries to kiss her, and she turns her head away - it all seems to go wrong after that.)
Snow is elected the next President of Panem; his father dies in the night.
Greasy marries some random guy whose name Snow forgets out of principle. He does take note of the man's family name - Sae. Greasy Sae.
(It sounds better than Greasy Snow, and he tries not to be resentful of that.)
It isn't easy, being the President. Snow's mouth is a steady source of pain, an omnipresent ache that he never quite gets used to. In a fit of melodrama, he thinks that it pales in significance to the ache in his heart.
"Your breath smells like blood," Greasy tells him disapprovingly.
"If you don't marry me, I'll send you to District Twelve," he responds. "Do you really want your three children to live in that hellhole?"
Greasy lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "If you don't care about the children in District Twelve, I don't see why you'd care about my children."
Snow bites down on the inside of his cheek, not even registering the metallic taste that fills his mouth. He's used to that by now. "I'll kill your husband."
"Everyone dies, Coriolanus."
"Don't you love him, Greasy?" he demands, frustrated.
"Do you care?" she fires back.
"Of course I care! I lo- Greasy, be reasonable," Snow says, telling himself his tone isn't pleading.
Greasy raises an eyebrow. "Reasonable," she repeats mildly.
Snow looks away, unable to bear her gaze. "Goodbye, Greasy."
"Farewell, Coriolanus."
(This is the last time they speak.)
Snow marries a brainless, vapid Capitol girl and tries to raise perceptive children in an air-headed environment.
He reaps one of her children and three of her grandchildren.
Greasy never speaks to him again, never shows any sign of regret or despair. He sees her, sometimes, in the crowd during the reapings.
(He comes to hate her, but when he orders District Twelve to be fire-bombed, he can't help the pang of worry for her.)
After the war, Greasy cares for the girl who killed Coriolanus Snow, patiently tending to her as much as possible.
She's just Greasy Sae now, the old woman who used to work in the Hob and sold soup of a questionable quality to anyone with money to buy.
But Greasy was vain in her own way. She cared nothing for appearances or dissembling, which is why she didn't automatically say yes when Coriolanus proposed to her so many years ago.
She did care about certain things, and Coriolanus was always too self-centered for her to really consider him as her husband.
(Marcius Sae was the only man who ever called her Griselda.)
Rating: G
Category: Non-Canon Pairing
Word Count: 950
Summary: Appearances are important.
A/N: For the record, this pairing would never have occurred to me on my own. I blame Kate and Rowena. (Now I have to finish my real fics... XD)
Her name is Griselda, but everyone calls her Greasy. Children are cruel like that, spiteful and willing to attack anything they perceive as a vulnerability. Children of the Capitol that is - children from the Districts don't really have the luxury to be so pretty; their attention is consumed by survival.
Greasy is an anomaly. She has little interest in the annual Hunger Games, and seems to care nothing for her appearance or personal hygiene. The other children (teenagers, really) are disgusted by her greasy hair and unkempt clothes - they make fun of her and play pranks and it's all very childish.
(Greasy is from the Capitol, and in the Capitol appearance is everything - this is probably why everyone hates her and her lack of care for her appearance.)
His name is Coriolanus, but everyone call him Snow - his father is a high-ranking minister in the government, and their parents always tell them 'treat him with respect'. He's been in Greasy's class every year, but he has never worked up the nerve to talk to her.
(Snow is from the Capitol, where appearance is everything - the son of an important minister can't be seen talking to the eccentric girl.)
Snow is, in a way, as much of an outcast as Greasy. No one says anything to his face, but he knows people resent him and talk about him behind his back. No one gets close to him - he has no one he really considers his friend - and sometimes he feels a little lonely.
"Why did you dye your hair white?" Greasy asks him one day, in their advanced calculus class. There's only like five kids in it, because most Capitol youths are more interested in fashion than academia.
After a few moments of shock, he replies (very eloquently) "White... Snow... You know."
Greasy looks up from the tablet in front of her. "I preferred your hair blond. It was almost white blond, anyway."
The three other kids in their class give a strangled sort of collective gasp.
Greasy shrugs and returns to her work.
(After that, Snow found himself making excuses to talk to Greasy, and somewhere along the way they became friends.)
Greasy is someone who has little patience for the Capitol's decadence and inefficiency. She's a no-nonsense woman with a strong opinion and no time for incompetence. She's amazing at logistics, and in his (admittedly scarce) spare time, Snow sometimes entertains daydreams of ruling Panem with her at his side.
Snow's father is grooming him as the next President. The current one is getting old, and Snow is a charming, charismatic young man. Snow Senior intends to install his son as the President and rule from the shadows, so to speak.
Snow brings Greasy home to his parents. Afterwards, she says, "He's just using you, Coriolanus."
He shrugs and says, "I know." Greasy is the only person outside of his family who uses his given name.
(And then he tries to kiss her, and she turns her head away - it all seems to go wrong after that.)
Snow is elected the next President of Panem; his father dies in the night.
Greasy marries some random guy whose name Snow forgets out of principle. He does take note of the man's family name - Sae. Greasy Sae.
(It sounds better than Greasy Snow, and he tries not to be resentful of that.)
It isn't easy, being the President. Snow's mouth is a steady source of pain, an omnipresent ache that he never quite gets used to. In a fit of melodrama, he thinks that it pales in significance to the ache in his heart.
"Your breath smells like blood," Greasy tells him disapprovingly.
"If you don't marry me, I'll send you to District Twelve," he responds. "Do you really want your three children to live in that hellhole?"
Greasy lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "If you don't care about the children in District Twelve, I don't see why you'd care about my children."
Snow bites down on the inside of his cheek, not even registering the metallic taste that fills his mouth. He's used to that by now. "I'll kill your husband."
"Everyone dies, Coriolanus."
"Don't you love him, Greasy?" he demands, frustrated.
"Do you care?" she fires back.
"Of course I care! I lo- Greasy, be reasonable," Snow says, telling himself his tone isn't pleading.
Greasy raises an eyebrow. "Reasonable," she repeats mildly.
Snow looks away, unable to bear her gaze. "Goodbye, Greasy."
"Farewell, Coriolanus."
(This is the last time they speak.)
Snow marries a brainless, vapid Capitol girl and tries to raise perceptive children in an air-headed environment.
He reaps one of her children and three of her grandchildren.
Greasy never speaks to him again, never shows any sign of regret or despair. He sees her, sometimes, in the crowd during the reapings.
(He comes to hate her, but when he orders District Twelve to be fire-bombed, he can't help the pang of worry for her.)
After the war, Greasy cares for the girl who killed Coriolanus Snow, patiently tending to her as much as possible.
She's just Greasy Sae now, the old woman who used to work in the Hob and sold soup of a questionable quality to anyone with money to buy.
But Greasy was vain in her own way. She cared nothing for appearances or dissembling, which is why she didn't automatically say yes when Coriolanus proposed to her so many years ago.
She did care about certain things, and Coriolanus was always too self-centered for her to really consider him as her husband.
(Marcius Sae was the only man who ever called her Griselda.)
