Aquila couldn’t remember if anyone ever made her feel so… grown up, so worthy of his time and effort like Seneca did just now. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing herself through his eyes. She wasn’t a girl anymore, but not yet a fully grown woman, she was in that incredible delicate state of in-between, and right now, in this moment, she wanted to milk it to the last drop. To be seen as an adult without yet having to face the responsibilities that came with it. Wasn’t it wonderful?! Whoever said that being a child was horrible clearly had it wrong – you just needed someone to see that inner age of you, that value only so little people could fathom. And she was now one of them, it gave Aquila a weird sense of… power, yes you could almost call it power. Youth was power, and she intended to wield it. She would be ever indebted to Seneca for having shown her this, she knew that. Of course she would not exploit this power for bad things, even if it might be quite tempting in the beginning, she would only use it for this night, or a few night to follow… so she could have the time of her life and experience the bliss of being young.

“You think so?” she asked, giving her voice a little coquettish tint. What was wrong with a little flattery after all… tonight, nothing counted as it usually would. She would just ride the tidal wave of the moment and see where it brought her. She didn’t know where it came from, but she trusted Seneca. It was hard to trust anyone in the Capitol, she knew that, but her father had approved of him being her chaperone for tonight… and if father approved, there could be nothing bad hidden behind it, right? “Who knew men could be so easily blinded.”
And then he posed it… a question she would have never expected from him in a lifetime. do you want me in your grasp…? Aquila couldn’t help but blush at the sheer thought of him having even suggested such a thing, even though he might have meant it perfectly innocent. Then again, he was Head Gamemaker, probably everything in his whole life would be an exciting game to him, and not so very innocent. So why didn’t that make her back away? Aquila didn’t know why she didn’t care, and she was in no mood to start an in depth analysis on her motivation now. This was her night to shine, she would no ‘if’s or ‘but’s destroy that now.
“Well… who wouldn’t”, she replied, smiling. “You’re certainly quite the catch… and a challenge, cause no one ever managed it before… ensnaring you, grasping you. They say you’re elusive like the air itself.”

Whether or not he truly meant these things, they were surely a pleasure to hear. She’d like that,… the idea of him showing her a way, taking her under his wings so to say… so that the eagle would learn to soar. He was really all kinds of sweet to offer this to her, it was definitely something Aquila would be looking forward to. And to think of what her friends would say! Aquila surely had been rising in graces! “I’d gladly take adviced from you there, Seneca.” Hopefully he would stay true to his word, but something told her he would. Taking another glass of sparkling wine, mixed with some sweet, red liquid that made it all the more delicious, she raised it in a mocking toast. “Alright…then let this game begin, I should say!”

Giving another of her chiming laughs, Aquila shook her head at his feign hurt about not being the one her friends bet on. Should she tell him? No… it was better sometimes to keep a few secrets to yourself, and decide when or if at all to reveal them. That was what made you master of the game and not a pawn in it: knowledge… and knowing how to best use it. Because her friends DID put a wager on Seneca, they had bet on him leaving her alone after a few politely exchanged words. She, in all honesty, had believed that too, but now look where they were! He had asked her out again! Oh, she would be so excited to tell them… or she would not. No, she decided, she would not. This would be her very own secret, until the journalists showed it to them!
“I guess he was the easier bet”, she only said and then fell silent as her heart was pounding in her chest, more apprehensive to meet Caesar Flickerman now that she had been meeting Seneca. The entertainer was deep in concersation, but some sixth sense must have told him someone was approaching, as he suddenly turned, greeting them with his too-bright-for-comfort smile. “Ah! Seneca, what a pleasure!” he enthused, opening his arms as if he was about to hug Seneca. “And who might be this charming young lady at your side?”

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Was she really having that much of an effect on him, or was Seneca just indulging her? If she really was that good in her little flirting game, then Aquila really could not believe her immense luck. It probably took a great deal more to really ensnare Seneca Crane, but maybe her innocence had proven to be a bonus in her task? He surely had not expected her to be so… forthcoming in a way, and maybe that had caught him a little off guard? In all honesty, Aquila was surprised herself. Who knew that it would be so easy to say the right thing and trigger the right reactions. Was that really all there was to the flirting game? And what should she best answer now?
Clucking her tongue, she shook her head so her hair moved along with it. “Now you said it… be careful, Seneca, what you wish for. I could have only played the innocent to lure you into a trap and then”, she snapped her finger, “like that, I’ll have you forever in my grasp!” But really, it was all nothing but fun and games. What would she do with a Seneca Crane at her command? She’d mess up that opportunity as she just had no cunning mind and no idea how anyone would exploit that. Sure, she’d practically get everything she wanted, but hands down, her father was already pretty good on that department and she sometimes had to rein HIM in – though she most of the time didn’t. You only lived once, right?

Shaking her head, Aquila gave Seneca a sweet smile. “I’ll surely try to stay untainted for as long as I am able to. I want to live on the sunside of life, not in the shadows, gossiping and plotting.”
He said he could live with her being a complicated soul, but a part of Aquila wondered, if that was only lip service. But then, she found herself slowly not caring anymore. Whether it was the sparkling wine or just her overall excitement, Aquila was beginning to feel almost drugged with the rich sensations she was assaulted with. Now it wasn’t only the glamour of the masquerade, it was also Seneca’s presence, the things he said and the things she only thought to read in his eyes that made her head whirl and her conscience light like a feather. It surely felt like she could do nothing wrong tonight and that nothing would end her with any long lasting consequences. It was probably the most fatal trap a girl could walk into, and she was doing so with eyes wide open, too naïve and too trustful.

Had her breath caught in her throat earlier, when he had suggested a second meeting, there was no comparing to what Aquila felt like when he so casually mentioned he wanted to gamble about a third meeting. For a moment the ground seemed to waver beneath her feet, and she tried to reach for the edge of the table to steady herself as inconspiciously as possible. What was happening here?! Was she really about to become the luckiest girl in all of Panem? Or had he said such things to all of his dates, just never went through with it? Maybe she shouldn’t hang her hopes too high with this, maybe she shouldn’t get too excited? In the end, she decided to just retort with another joke. “Then start saving up, Seneca, because I am known to be very good with riddles.” Then again, it was his friend who was the artist… so Seneca would probably know his style.
His question brought her back into reality somewhat. Of course, this evening was not only for them alone, even though it had seemed so in the last half an hour. There were other important people attending this masquerade.
”Well…” she started and suddenly felt a little stupid. What she would say now sounded a little childish and she tried so hard to appear grown up until now. “The man I want to meet is Cesar Flickerman. It is some kind of… infantile wager between my friends and me. They dared me I wouldn’t ask him one certain question and I said I would.”


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Seneca resisted laughing at her pretty little spiel. Aquila was quite confident at playing the confident one. How brave of her to tell him that he should watch himself or else he might fall into her trap. Hadn't Seneca made it his life's vocation and profession to create traps? Hadn't he been making traps for the tributes for most of his life? It was Aquila who should better watch herself, truth be told. But then again, who was Seneca to prevent that from happening. Aquila was exactly where Seneca wanted her to be. "I may have to watch myself then," he replied and made a show of trying to look hesitant and cautious. "But who can blame a man for falling into your trap really? If he doesn't know any better, he would gladly walk into it without much prodding." Now, Seneca couldn't help wonder what she would do with him if indeed he would fall for her trap, so to speak. He could only imagine all the delightful and wonderful things to do with the beautiful Aquila. Oh, the things he can do to her. All that innocence, while very much refreshing, was always going to be quite a challenge breaking in. Seneca suddenly wanted to be the one to take that away and show her the wonders of the world that are shrouded by that innocence. "Tell me, my dear, do you want me in your grasp?" he had to ask, unable to prevent his curiosity from getting the best of him.

"I have only seen so much of the shadows to tell it's not the place for a lovely and dainty flower like you," he said as his eyes focused on hers. "Perhaps you can say I've been in and out, and I can gladly help you steer clear of that path, if you'd let me." Yes, make her trust him, make her think that he was indeed trying to help her. In all honesty, Seneca really didn't want her to be sucked into that particular game of the society. He didn't want her to be like everybody else. He wanted her different. He wanted her to be as unique as she was now. He wanted her to stay away from them, and stay with him instead. Only him.

“Then start saving up, Seneca, because I am known to be very good with riddles.” Another hearty laugh issued from the master gamemaker. Isn't Aquila a feisty and fiery one? He asked himself, totally enjoying each and every exchange they were having. "And I will give you the game of your life," he challenged back, just to give her a feel that she was indeed going to work hard to earn her prize. Aquila was only taking Seneca back into his element, games. There was nothing Seneca enjoyed more than a healthy amount of play and prizes. And he would indeed give Aquila a game that could even rival the Quarter Quells if she so asks for it.

When she told him he wanted to meet Caesar Flickerman, Seneca smiled. The man was perhaps only a notch lower than Seneca in terms of popularity, not just in the Capitol but all over Panem, being a very prolific media personality. It was no surprise that Aquila would want to meet the man in the flesh. Still, he couldn't help but tease her when she told him about the dare she had with her friends. "You and your friends wagered on Caesar Flickerman and not me? That hurts," he said feigning a look of pain on his face. But then Seneca couldn't hold it for long. He was grinning before Aquila could even speak. "I'm kidding. Come, let's win you that wager," he told her as he steered her through the crowd towards where Seneca had last seen Caesar talking to some ladies with bright-colored feathers sticking out of their heads.

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Now he was talking about her making him suffer, but Aquila only answered that with a chiming laugh. He couldn't very well be serious! As if it was anything to him whether she found him worth a few days of being subject to badmouthing or not. He probably guessed the answer anyway, and just wanted her to spell it out to he could feel all the more flattered. Should she give him that satisfaction? For a moment, Aquila seriously pondered about it, then she filed the question away as 'unanswerable' with an inward shrug. In the end, it probably wouldn't matter either way. This was all just banter, right, no real feelings would be hurt no matter what she said. Suddenly feeling bold and willing to try out a few more things on him, to see if they would work to her advantage or not, she flashed him a quick smile and whispered: „Now now, don't give me so much power over you, Seneca, showing me exactly where your weak spots are. I could be tempted to use that to my advantage once I am older and more corrupted by the world that is the Capitol society.“
Little did she know that it was in fact HER being played, and played good! For all her bold words and teasing tryouts, Aquila was still little more than a girl.

She also didn’t quite know what to make of him claiming to be an open book. Was he really? Could you come so far like he had and still be an open book? Or was that another one of his fashionable sayings, and she shouldn’t take it at face value? On the other hand: Could she really dare to accuse him of possible falsehood so easily? Hadn’t she become too wary already of the people she grew up with? Aquila gave an uneasy smile, but then took a deep breath and decided to be honest. He had asked for nothing else after all, and who was she to deny it!
”I would be really glad, if that is true. I try to be the same, in all honesty. I don’t want to lead people on, it’s shameful in my eyes. So when I tell you something, I mean it. When I don’t tell you something…” she trailed off and allowed herself a mischievous grin, “then I have my reasons as well. Can you live with that? I’m not trying to come across world-wise or secretive, as I am neither. I’m just a complicated sould I guess.”


Aquila still couldn’t quite believe this was happening, but slowly the full impact of it all sunk in.She really must have done something right tonight, if Seneca Crane broke with his known routine and asked her out for a second date. This time it WOULD be a date, not doing her a favor of accompanying her to a masquerade she otherwise wouldn’t have been able to attend. It almost sounded like she was doing HIM a favor with it, but Aquila had no idea what exactly she had done to deserve such a price. In any way, she couldn’t WAIT to tell someone who would appreciate it! What would her friends think?? Or should she keep it a secret from everyone to maximize the impact? That sounded appealing as well!
”I’d call it … hard on the imagination I guess”, she quipped, truly finding it sometimes funny how artists called their pictures for example ‘the red bird’ – when there was nothing near a red bird shown on it. But then… let people have their odd hobbies, the main thing on this day would not be the paintings after all, it was being seen with Seneca. Again she couldn’t help the slight coloring of her cheeks when he put her hand so galantly to his lips. Maybe that was something you got used to over time, but right now Aquila was still too inexperienced to just brush such a gesture off. “Rival tonight?” she heard herself repeat, “in all honesty, I don’t even know, if that will be possible.” It was true, was it not? This night was… simply unsurpassable.


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Her laugh was like the soft but enchanting tinkling of chimes lovingly caressed by the gentle breeze. Seneca wanted more, or specifically, he wanted more of Aquila's laughter to make his day even more perfect than it already is. And he wanted it everyday. Still, he couldn't help repay her with a laugh of his own when she quite so expertly parried his playful little plea. "Exploit me all you want, my dear. A man can only count himself lucky to even be bestowed a smile from you," he replied, flattering her as much as he could. That was the play, wasn't it? Let her think she was in control, that she was the powerful one, while he was the victim, the poor admirer who was starving for her affections, and would do anything to be given it. She would take the bait, being none the wiser, and Seneca would only be too glad to have her eating at the palm of his hands soon. "And I don't think a bright and lovely flower like you would want to be so easily corrupted. Am I wrong in thinking that?" While Seneca wished she would rise above all the other petty women of the Capitol and make a name for herself, seeing as she is indeed quite an intelligent girl, he really had no control over her future. He just wished she knew better than to be so easily sucked into the shallow glitz of the social circles and nothing more.

"I think I can live with that," Seneca replied with a smile. A complicated soul. Quite admirable coming from a girl. In his world as Gamemaker where cunning and deviousness play a major part, Seneca had grown to appreciate women who can offer him more than a night's worth of enjoyment. Sure, he can always live with one-night stands, but he had to admit he is always craving for that one woman who could simulate his mind and make him even more sharp and shrewd than he already was. Such 'creatures' were rare around the Capitol. And Aquila, she was a quite a find. He had asked her father to take her to this masquerade ball for a lovely arm candy, to dance with, to show off to everybody. He had not expected to have quite an interesting conversation with her for almost half an hour now, just him and her. Oh, Seneca wanted Aquila every minute that he was spending with her. There was no way he was going to let her go that easily.

Seneca couldn't help the hearty laugh her comment had elicited from him on his friend's abstract paintings. "We should make a game out of it next week. See who gets to guess the name of the painting simply by looking at it." Of course, he would indulge her. "If I win, I will take you out to dinner. If you win, you can take me out wherever you want and I will pay for it." Either way, he was going to spend time with her. It was a win-win situation for him. And of course, for her as well. To be seen three times with Seneca Crane would be a rare distinction Aquila would hold over all the other women he had dated. In no time, she would rise to the top of the social ladder without even as much as an effort. She only need to look good for him. "Let's take it one night at a time then," he replied with a smile as he placed his goblet of wine back on the table, and offered his arm out to Aquila. "You mentioned wanting to talk to a certain someone...?" Seneca asked. The sooner they get all the party pleasantries done with, the sooner he can have her all to himself.

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Oh yes, Aquila might be playing with fire now, she realized that very well. She was pushing towards an invisible line she had never even toed before, and that with half of Panem watching. Being seen with Seneca Crane in such a manner could make you the talk of the Capitol and as such enhance your fame, but it could as easily bring her down. There was a limit to everything after all, and Aquila knew very well how young she was. Too young, many would say, and in the end, it might fall back on her father. But then again, it also might not, and who was she to spoil herself the fun? It was all in good fun still, as Seneca was far too much of a gentleman to exploit this situation in any way, this was Aquila’s firm belief. He hadn’t shown himself to be anything but galant and friendly towards her, so why should she even think of him having any ill intentions? The papers of course made everything sound more scandalous and juicy, but that was their job after all: keeping the Capitol people entertained.
”I said what I said!” she teased him back, giving a mischievous wink. “What you make of it, is entirely your concern, my dear Seneca.”

And yet, the way he said ‘my pretty one’ sent a delicate shower down the girl’s spine. He was definitely using the right language now, but it made her more… no, excited was the wrong word, but it definitely didn’t make her that much uncomfortable. What girl doesn’t want to be called pretty after all? And by such a handsome man as him? It was practically every girl’s dream come true, and she was living this dream tonight. Aquila herself was quite enjoying the slightly coy and mysterious note she was giving herself, even though she did not know how well she was actually able to play this card. She had seen other women do it countless times, playing hard to get so to say, to keep the men at their heels. She had no desire for that of course, but like she had stated before, Seneca Crane could be called her guinea pig tonight.
”Oh, who knows what is true and what is a lie”, she mused thoughtfully, but with a challenging twinkling in her eyes. “After all… this is the Capitol. We don’t wear our masks only for the masquerades.” That was nothing if not true, but maybe nothing she should have said now. Sometimes Aquila just pondered about these things, when she felt bored. Her friends often laughed at her because of it, and called it Aquila’s Philosophic Moment, short APM. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought that side up with Seneca, it surely wasn’t very… attractive.

Aquila couldn’t quite believe her ears, as she was taking a sip of her sparkling wine, and it was all she could do to not choke on it in surprise. Had Seneca really… yes indeed he had! There was no helping the blush that rose in her cheeks and her heart beating in a frenzy almost caused her to hyperventilate. As far as she knew, this had NEVER happened before! She was on to the next round, so to speak. Seneca wanted her for a second social event, and there was no denying that this would be different than attending a ball together. It was… a higher level for certain. Calm down… she chided herself, fighting for composure. Don’t let it show how excited you are! This is a beginner’s mistake! But she couldn’t quite keep the elation out of her voice, as she replied:
”Oh?! What kind of style does he paint in? I surely love art, and…” she gave a slightly giddy chuckle, taking another sip. “Off the top of my head, I think I could move one or two dates to make room for you. Nah, kidding! This will be the spotlight of an otherwise dull week, I’d be delighted!”


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"Are you going to make a poor man suffer now? Torture me all night wondering if what you were saying is really true or not?" Seneca played back, sending a little impish smile her way. Such a clever girl, he told himself. Just the right about of beguiling to rein a man in. Seneca had to admit he was completely enamored now. How dead wrong he was to think she didn't know how to play the game. Clueless even to the point of naivete, but he was giving her credit now. Never underestimate a lady simply because of her age. Armed with such wit and charm, not to mention beauty, Aquila could just as easily find her place in the society circles soon. And Seneca was only too happy to have led her into the door himself. Yes, this was what he wanted in the first place. To be seen with him was already a start for Aquila. Once she is fully accepted into the so-called fold of high society, she will thank him for it, and she will forever be indebted. Seneca liked calling on debts, money or not. People would do anything to please you knowing they owe you. It makes him even more powerful than he already was.

And here she comes again showing him more than he expected her to know, for a woman her age. Her parents raised her well, or she had educated herself well enough on the norms and goings-on around the Capitol. He was impressed. Usually teenagers don't care much for the politics behind everything. They only care for their own enjoyment. Not Aquila. She was quite observant. "True, but I do try to be an open book myself. What you see is what you get. Now tell me, Aquila, is the same true with you?" he replied, wanting her to know that despite the 'masks,' she can trust Seneca to be truthful to her...most of the times. Whether she knew it or not, she seemed to be already dodging, quite expertly, his subtle advances towards her. Dilly-dallying in her answers. Or maybe she was just being coy...or cute. Seneca told himself he shouldn't really read too much into her words. She was just a kid trying to play the game with what little tools she had, after all.

It was indeed a good move to ask her out again. He watched with disguised satisfaction the color that rose up her cheeks at the invitation to go out with him again. If their appearance together tonight would be considered the usual fare, then to be seen again together in a few days would surely fuel talk and speculation unprecedented in Seneca's history. Aquila should count herself lucky to be that girl to make him change his routine. Not a lot of women can do that. Despite the blush, Aquila still managed to maintain her composure. Though the excitement in her voice betrayed her a bit, Seneca was only too glad to be shown a sign that she wanted this, too. Who wouldn't really? "What do you call random scribbles and splashes of paint that we call art? Abstract?" Seneca replied with a chuckle. He laughed at her playful yet affirmative answer, and then boldly took her hand in his, and brought it to his lips. "Either way, I am honored then to be chosen over and above these other dates. I will do my best to give you a wonderful time that will rival tonight."

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Now they really seemed to have started a war of boosting each other’s self-esteem and Aquila for her part already felt like she would burst, if she was praised any more. Her father had always taught her to be modest about her achievements if she could help it, and not so much as a tool to gain even more admirers. She didn’t know any of it, but this had been a dying wish of her mother, as she was passing away only a week after Aquila’s birth. ‘Don’t bring her up to be one of those brainless dolls, Aurelius’, she had said. ‘I want my daughter to know what she is worth without having to boast it. Teach her that modesty is a virtue, not a weakness.’ And Aurelius had tried to pass this legacy on to his daughte to his best abilities, without lectures, more living a quiet example and nudging her gently into the right direction. He had succeeded so far that too much praise made Aquila feel quite uncomfortable, even though she still knew that some of it was deserved.”Oh I know that many will badmouth me after tonight”, she confessed with a little grimace, but then let it be followed by a chuckle. “But know what I’m gonna tell them all?” Again she raised herself a little on her tiptoes so she could whisper in his ear. “It was WORTH it!” Of course her friends would be envious as well, but Aquila knew better than to capitalize on that. This was just a snap-shot of one reality in the very meaning of the word. Tomorrow the world would be different and Aquila would no longer be of any interest. You better did not get too attached to these things, but you could milk them for all it was worth.

Aquila was glad that Seneca seemed even less concerned about how her father would take their little escapade tonight, and she was willing to trust him on that aspect. After all, it hadn’t been such a bad thing, right? Just a little effect for the crazy journalists. It didn’t mean anything… though it hadn’t felt all that bad once the shock had passed. Aquila’s knowledge and closer contact with men was far and few between, make no mistake, and as such she found it quite flattering she was getting so much attention from Seneca tonight.
Twirling gracefully under his arm, enjoying the way her long sleeves swayed while she did it, she flashed him a conspiratiorial grin. “I could put in a good word with my father, if you want. Maybe he’ll be a bit nicer to you, if I told him I didn’t mind so much?” she suggested. That was definitely flirting now, but she trusted Seneca to not read too much into it. After all, he was more her chaperone tonight than a date, being around twice her age. But she also could not deny that he was definitely making an effort for turning this night into a half-date, something definitely exciting, and Aquila knew she would be enternally grateful to him, always keeping this evening in fond memory.

Far too soon the dance was over, but Aquila didn’t complain. The night was still young, and there was just too much to do on a party such as this. And her dreams had been halfway fulfilled with this one dance already, she would think back on that for a long time to come. “A drink would sound wonderful, yes”, she agreed enthusiastically and let herself being led towards the table with sparkling wine. Aquila knew she shouldn’t drink too much of that quickly intoxicating beverage, or she might become a little too careless. Adding that to the wildness she already felt tonight, this could turn out embarrassing, if she didn’t watch herself.

Taking the glass with a blush, she raised her glass as well and returned the toast. “And I couldn’t have wished for any better company myself. May this become a night we both will think back to for quite some time!” It might be wishful thinking concerning him, but Aquila merely didn’t care. He probably gave these compliments to all those women who accompanied him, they couldn’t be special. But they didn’t have to be. Just receiving them, getting the chance to be at his side tonight was more than a girl her age normally could wish for. It was an excellent beginning to a life of fame, if she had the desire to live such a life.


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"Did you just say I am worth it?" Seneca teasingly clarified with an impish grin on his face. His hand had involuntarily rested around her slim waist when she tiptoed closer to him and whispered her words. Somehow, Seneca wanted her to stay there, like this, very close. He actually wished she'd be all over him like most of his dates would, clinging onto his arms or holding his arms themselves. But he would give Aquila the chance. She is after all just a teenager. She probably had a lot more to learn in the flirting department, though right now, Seneca was not disappointed in her at all. He'd gladly turn the tables around and flirt with her himself. Now, did Aquila practically just tell him that she would withstand all the gossip and badmouthing that will come her way because of him? Well, while there was no surprise in that, any woman after all would want to be in her place tonight, Seneca still appreciated hearing words like this. Seneca lived on these kinds of attention.

And he thought she didn't know a trick or two about pleasing the opposite sex. Here she comes bantering quite boldly with him on the subject of his father not liking the kiss Seneca just planted on her throat. "Oh now, I don't want you to lie to your father, my pretty one. But if what you say is true, then who am I to oppose your brilliant idea." Seneca was, of course, humoring her. He'd find out soon enough if she really was enjoying the kiss as much as he did. Truth be told, Seneca already had a feeling she did, for how would she still be in his arms if she was horrified by that one harmless kiss. She could have easily walked out on him that very moment, but she didn't. Yes, she didn't mind that kiss one bit. In fact, Seneca felt like she even wanted more. Who was he to deny her that pleasure? The night was young, and they have all the time in the world tonight to do more of those little playful shenanigan if she wanted them to.

Seneca downed his drink in one swig and asked for another one. There was so much food and drinks that it would be a sacrilege not to enjoy them all. While Seneca was no fan of the "vomiting" drink, he made sure to taste and sample a little of everything every time he graces a party. That was only the most gracious way of thanking and appreciating their host for inviting them to the shindig. "You make it sound like there wouldn't be any more of this," Seneca told her as he took a sip from his new glass. "An artist friend of mine is opening his painting exhibit at the gallery next week, and he invited me to attend. I would love it if you'd indulge me with your delightful company once again. Only if you want to, of course. I wouldn't want to force myself upon your time, you probably have lots of suitors to entertain." Seneca just decided that he had no plans of making this a one-night-only thing between him and Aquila, which is actually him breaking his known practice for the first time. Seneca couldn't care less. Aquila was far too beautiful and precious a prize than all the other women he had taken out combined that she deserved one or two more opportunities to be seen with him. Add to that her youthful exuberance which actually only makes Seneca feel just as youthful. Aquila also presents quite a challenge being a little too young for him. She makes Seneca want to work hard for her affections and attention, something that he hadn't done in a while now. Yes, he loved the challenge of a new conquest, just like he loved manipulating the tributes in the games with his and his gamemakers' endless bag of tricks. He wanted to see how long he could ensnare Aquila and ensnare her good.

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Shabby old man?! Oh dear, now he was really pushing it. As if she would ever agree on a date with such a being! Aquila might be young, but she had her standards! Should anyone like that ever dare to come to her with such a request, she would nicely but decisively refuse. But then, who was really shabby in the Capitol anyway? Aquila wasn’t even living in such circles, and she was very sheltered in this way. When she went out, she always was roaming the High Society, and if there were poorer quarters in the Capitol, she never had even set one foot in it and she didn’t plan to. There were old men in her vicinity of course, but they were Gamemakers like her father, or members of President Snow’s staff. You couldn’t call them shabby in any way, and that they were aging was not their fault. Yet, there weren’t many succesful remedies developed to draw out the human aging process, even though they were working on it of course.
Seneca however, of that Aquila was sure, would always stay remarkably handsome at whatever age. It was not only his finely carved features, he also just knew how to present and groom himself; his carefully trimmed beard was only one example for that. There were jokes circling in the Capitol on how many hours it would take him every day to shave, and if he even got sleep in the night. Such jokes were only told behind your hand and with nervous giggling of course. No one knew how he would take them.
”I doubt you’d ever fall into that category, Seneca”, she teased him lightly, letting her gaze wander over his handsome face and figure. “And that’s why I couldn’t have made a better deal tonight.”

And he wasn’t just a good looking man, they had surely not exaggerated in his talent for dancing. Aquila had sometimes watched him from afar and had admired him, but this, this was something entirely different. Actually dancing with Seneca was more than she could have ever dreamed of. His moves were lissom and he seemed to be in absolute control of every muscle. The slow rhythm of the song allowed them to move very close together, and for Aquila this wasn’t such a very unpleasant feeling at all. His hand on the small of her back felt rather secure than encaging in any way, and if it was only for her, this dance could have lasted forever. Seneca also really knew how to lead, and she didn’t have to think, just give herself fully to the rhythm and his leading hands, dispatching her mind from her moving feet. The slight peaceful bubble that had formed around them however was bursting the instant there was a lightning storm of flashlights from the mass of photographers that must have flocked to the dancefloor to get their shot of the night. Part of Aquila was annoyed, but part of her was also proud that it would be HER on this shot of the night, and no mistake. And so she just smiled and nodded, wondering what would come next. Knowing Seneca Crane at all, he would have something up his sleeve.

That suspicion was confirmed the minute he advised her to hold tight and then dipped her low. Aquila’s body acted automatically, skillfully tensing every muscle so he would not have to support her like a sack of potatoes, but she was becoming something like an extension of his own body. At the lowest point, where he held her for a few seconds, she even arched her back and, feeling that he had her firmly, let go of his body, spreading her arms wide and slightly over her head, giving exactly the picture Marcus had aimed for with his costume: The Phoenix, ready to soar and rise from the ashes. She heard a few quiet ‘oooooohs’ and ‘aaaahs’ and had to smile. Yes, she thought, Seneca Crane is not the only person in the Capitol knowing how to give a good show! In Aquila’s eyes, they were quite a team, complementing each other tonight. The kiss on he throat, even more exposed now through her arched back, took her by surprise, but before she could lose her poise, Seneca had already secured her firmly in his arms again, and the moment had passed.
The lucky man of the press who had taken a picture just this second his lips had brushed her throat, would probably get a great amount of money for it. Raising her brows, Aquila whispered: “Wasn’t that a little overkill? I hope for your sake my father won’t see that picture!” But she accompanied it with a chuckle, feeling almost drugged with excitement, and not really very worried at all.


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The look on Aquila's face when Seneca mentioned her going out with a shabby old man was priceless. Of course, everybody in the Capitol, young and old alike, have their standards when it comes to being seen in public, whether alone or with someone else. Not that there were any ragged-looking individuals in the Capitol, but Seneca wouldn't want to be caught dead swirling on the dancefloor with someone who wouldn't even take the effort in looking good. People in the Capitol are more than privileged to take advantage of that opportunity, so why not exploit it to the fullest. Feathers, silks, wigs, furs--they are all for everyone's taking here. There's so much for everyone really. Too much even. Aquila was now teasing him lightly, and Seneca would be a hypocrite not to admit that he was enjoying it very much. He enjoyed attention as the next guy, maybe even more than the next guy. And it was not hard to tell that Aquila really appreciated his dashing good looks tonight, the suggestive gazes that she was giving him. They were like firewood to his flaming self-confidence tonight. She could ogle at him all she wants. Seneca wouldn't have it any other way. "Well, the pleasure is mutual. I couldn't have gone out with a lady more stunning than you. I am the envy of every man out here tonight."

To say that Seneca was enjoying this would be an understatement. He mopped that dancefloor with Aquila like it was nobody's business. And Aquila wasn't a bad dancer herself. In fact, she was just as superb, knowing the right steps and moves at the right time. She was flexible and relaxed. She looked and felt very comfortable in his arms while they they danced to the music. Seneca have had good dancing partners, but Aquila was giving them a run for their money. For a lady so young as hers, that's quite an achievement. Add to that her own flair for the cameras as well. When Seneca dipped her low, Aquila had spread her arms out and over her head so gracefully that it elicited quite a reaction from the crowd. He couldn't wait to see the pictures, but he knew they looked marvelous together.

“Wasn’t that a little overkill? I hope for your sake my father won’t see that picture!”

Seneca was now holding her close and was moving a bit slowly and gently on the dancefloor just as the others resumed dancing as well. A small laugh escaped his lips at her words knowing she was merely teasing, and knowing full well that Aquila's father wouldn't resent him for that small kiss. He withdrew the hand from around her waist, and raised the other over their heads and guided Aquila to twirl under it. He knew he wouldn't be disappointed with the effect. Her dress had fanned out and the flaming colors only seemed to glow brighter with her every move. "If he does, I will gladly submit myself to whatever punishment your father will give me. I am guilty of enjoying it a little too much," he told her once he had her back in his arms. He'd actually do it again if given the chance. Her skin had felt so soft on his lips, and in that fleeting moment, Seneca wanted to feel more of her, to plant his lips not just on her throat but on all of her--her lips, her well-cut jawline, that irresistible crook of her neck, her prominent collarbones, and maybe even that deep valley between her luscious mounds-- The cut of her dress that clung tightly to her curves and the tempting view of her bare belly was not helping these growing desires at all. The more time Seneca was spending with Aquila, the more things they do together tonight, the more the Head Gamemaker wanted her. As their bodies touched while they danced, Seneca had to rein himself in not to get too excited at the thought of running his hands all over her body and her enjoying every bit of his touch.

"Do you fancy a drink? I could use one," Seneca said as he felt rather aroused at his thoughts running a little too wild now. Control, Seneca, he told himself. Seneca may be quite the womanizer, but he was always respectful and every bit the gentleman towards his dates. It wouldn't do well to snatch Aquila just so he could have her for himself, not when the party was only halfway through. He pulled back from their dance embrace, and hooked her arm around his as he lead her towards the refreshments table, taking a deep breath as he composed himself. He took a couple goblets of the sparkling wine and gave one to Aquila. "You are remarkable, Aquila, and I am very lucky and honored to be your date tonight. How about a toast to more wonderful nights like this?" he said raising his glass out towards Aquila for a clink.

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Seneca was really an extraordinary man. No wonder he had come that far at such a young age, comparably. It wasn’t all the right relations and names that got you to this point, you had to be the man for it, and Seneca certainly was that man. He showed a brilliant mind every year with the games, thinking up the most wicked obstacles and general settings for the tributes, and even though Aquila sometimes suspected he himself had a hand in chosing the final tribute in the end and make it impossible for others to win, she didn’t begrudge him that. That must have been a general practice even before her birth, after all, you couldn’t leave anything to chance and maybe enrage some of the sponsors who had put their money in only a second- or third-best. The Games was a grave responsibility, one Aquila wouldn’t like to have for the world, and of course as the figurehead of the whole thing, you also had to have a certain streak of scruplelessness on you. Perhaps that was what made Seneca so attractive, apart from his looks. He held the life of people in his hands, that could only add to your reputation. And Aquila couldn’t deny that it had a certain effect on her as well.
And now this man complimented her again, telling her that stylist always could only do half the work? Regarding Faustina for example, that was certainly true, but could anyone blame Aquila to be thoroughly enchanted, guileless as she still was in her sixteen years of age?

”Thank you!” she repeated, beaming this time and felt herself growing a few inches out of sheer pride and enhanced self-esteem. “But if I may be so bold, you look exceptional as well tonight!” What was probably most exceptional about Seneca was that he didn’t seem to indulge much in the fashion craze of the Capitol, apart maybe from his delicately trimmed beard, which in effect made him stick out more than he ever could have with bright colors and fashionable wigs. He had a way of dressing so shockingly ‘normal’ that it gave him an alien and honestly dangerous look sometimes. He reminded Aquila often of some deadly cat of prey, like a panther for example. Waiting hidden in a tree, invisible through his ability to merge with the surroundings, but always ready to pounce down on his unsuspecting victim. The thought made a sweet shiver run down Aquila’s spine. Of course she was never in real danger, this was all just a feeling for kicks. Seneca Crane saved his ruthless side only for the games, right? And anyway, why should SHE have something to fear from him? It was all just sweet mind games, nothing more.

She knew it had been a bold move what she had been doing, but it became even bolder by how Seneca reacted to it. He seemed very much inclined to mirror her flirting a little tonight, and while Aquila’s heart missed a beat and she felt the breath catch in her throat, she could only imagine how this all must look like for an outsider. Would she want that to be on the cover of some magazine? What would her father say? But then, he probably would not say anything, Aurelius Kerr knew how to keep his head low.He would have a serious private word with his only daughter and then forget about the incident, knowing that next time there would be a different woman on this man’s arm anyway. So, where was the harm in it all, truly?
With still pent up breath, she waited for his answer. Was it possible he could refuse? But then, of course he didn’t and Aquila felt so elated by him agreeing that it was like she was floating towards the dancefloor, hardly even feeling her hand in his. “This is wonderful, thank you so much!” she whispered, not sure how strong her voice would be, as she gently placed her left hand on his shoulder. It certainly looked like this night was rapidly becoming the best night of her life and Aquila felt slightly overwhelmed by it all, unable to say much.


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Praises, compliments, flattery--Seneca was very much familiar and had gotten quite used to them after all these years. While there were a few detractors here and there, they were negligible compared to the well-wishes and the adulation that come his way every minute of everyday. Really, it felt like Seneca could do nothing wrong in his life. It certainly amused him to no end how people in the Capitol have come to regard him highly, second only to the President. To hear such a compliment from Aquila was not surprising, but Seneca appreciated it nevertheless. More than anything, he wanted to make a good impression on his 'date', not that that would be hard to achieve. But it does help to know that Aquila sure was pleased with him and how he looked tonight. While he wasn't exactly averse to wearing flamboyant suits or dying his jet black hair in all shades available, Seneca prefer elegant simplicity. His beard, carved and crafted with artful perfection, was his main pre-occupation. Other men can color their hair or wear bright and glaring suits all they want, but Seneca would rather keep his well-sculpted beard. It had become his trademark. No one in the Capitol, and most certainly none in all of Panem, can rock the beard like he does. "Thank you," he replied sincerely. "I wouldn't want a glorious vision such as you to appear in public with a shabby old man now, would I?"

Her enthusiasm to all of these was contagious. He knew Aquila had been to her fair share of parties, but the wonder in her eyes at stepping into the dancefloor with him made him surprisingly excited as well. Perhaps it was her youthful vigor, that unbound spirit of a teenager that made her see the world with such wide open eyes. Seneca had to admit, he hadn't felt like that for a while now that he felt irresistibly drawn to her. And having been overdosed with both the grandiose displays of extravagance in the Capitol and the heartless murders of children in the Hunger Games, Seneca had to admit that he was starting to get rather jaded and callous over things. Sure, he smiles and waves for the crowd and milks the attention and reverence for all its worth, but at the end of the day, when he's all alone in his home, Seneca couldn't help but feel a touch numb sometimes. Being with Aquila tonight somehow ignited a fire within him that had been rather doused down. At the back of his mind, he knew this. Her beauty and energy were such a balm to Seneca that he couldn't help but wanting to have more of it, more of her.

Seneca snaked his hand around her dainty waist as she settled hers over his shoulder. His lips curved into a smile as he pulled her closer to him, their bodies gently touching, as he expertly guided her into the middle of the dancefloor. His eyes locked intently into hers as he took the lead and swept the floor with her with graceful steps and well-choreographed moves that made the other dancers decide to slowly step back. Tonight, he was making Aquila the belle of the ball. And sure enough, just as the dancefloor cleared up with no one but them dancing, lights flashed one after the other and astonished whispers and exclamations filled the hall as the media finally caught wind of Seneca's new beauty for the night. "Don't mind them. Just dance, Aquila, dance with me," he whispered as he tightened his hold around the small of her back. "Hold tight," he added with a small impish grin, before gently moving to dip her low, his hand supporting her back as he lowered her. Seneca held the position until the cameras got their fix. He planted a swift but soft kiss on Aquila's throat before pulling her back up and holding her steady close to him. Seneca could already imagine how amazing Aquila will look in the papers tomorrow in her shimmering red, orange and yellow dress contrasting quite brilliantly with his own black tailored suit.

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Given, it was a compliment, and Aquila was used to being complimented by everyone who wanted to be on her good side for her father’s sake, or by her friends who were a little obliged to give compliments because they WERE your friends, but this… this was different. It was a compliment by none other than Seneca Crane, Panem’s most egligible bachelor and a demi-god by his looks himself. Furhermore, he was higher up than her father would probably ever reach or want to reach, and so he had no reason to kiss up to her father by flattering her. Did this mean he was genuine then?`But then, since when had anything ever be truly genuine in the world of the Capitol? It was something you just had to roll with and those who grew up to it simply accepted that every word spoken to you was practically an exaggeration or a lie. It was the price for being better than all other districts and the price was paid gladly by everyone.

Still, it was not only the words, also the touch he inflicted on her made Aquila’s heartbeat pick up its rate considerably. It felt good to be appreciated by a man such as him, and this time the young girl deliberately let her eyes wander to check if anyone had seen this quick exchange. She saw Faustina, a girl a little older but nowhere near as pretty and definitely looking a bit odd in her colorful themeless costume , gawk at her from where the buffet was laid out. Her glare could have turned Aquila into a pillar of salt on the spot, and the young girl knew why. Faustina had been dying to catch Seneca’s attention for ages. Well, look who was now on the losing and who was on the winning side!

For Faustina, for herself and for everyone else who might be watching, Aquila turned up the corners of her lips into the sweetest smile she could possibly manage. “Why thank you, Seneca!” she exclaimed and needn’t fake the blush that was tinting her cheeks. “Too bad it’s mostly not my work. I can only LOOK good as a result”, she joked, being quite aware of her shortcomings. “It’s my stylist Marcus that MAKES it look good.”
The touch of his hand on her elbow was still as pleasant as anything, since for Aquila it held no danger. He was just being friendly, after all, and just by being here with her he was doing her several huge favors. One: he made it possible to attend this party, being the best chaperone you could wish for, two: he was raising her reputation by being seen with him tonight, maybe even make it to the papers, which in return would also benefit her father and even her stylist Marcus, who she held in high regards. Then, finally, since she knew him to be an excellent dancer, she would benefit from that as well. Nothing in life would ever be as wonderful for Aquila than dancing. In all honesty, she had been quite surprised by his offer to her father and the readiness that her father had agreed to this arrangement, but then it wasn’t exactly a matter to complain over. Aquila knew that it wouldn’t last, since Seneca Crane was known for his female company to be ever changing, so she better milked this to the last drop.

Raising herself on her tiptoes, she lowered her voice into a conspiratorial whisper and said: “Well, there is one person I’d really like to exchange a few words with, but that can wait. You would really be my personal hero, if you would do me the honor of dancing with me tonight.” Was she trying her flirting skills a little on him there? Well, maybe, and where was the harm in it? She needed to learn the finesse of it eventually, and it was all in good humor and innocence, in Aquila’s eyes.


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As humble as she was beautiful, Aquila showed her gratitude to his praise but didn't hog all the credit herself. Instead, she took extra effort in mentioning her stylist, which was quite admirable for a young lady like her. Most girls her age would probably just indulge in the limelight with no thought whatsoever of the people that worked hard to made them look good in the public eye. But not Aquila, and Seneca admired her greatly for that. Her parents raised her well indeed. What man wouldn't be drawn to a lovely lady who knew her place in society and knows exactly how to act accordingly. Aquila would be quite a prize, even for an accomplished man like Seneca himself. Of course, she was much too young for him. If anything, he was merely being her chaperone and not some romantic date of sorts. Such a pity really. But then of course, whoever said that Seneca could not enjoy the night with her. Whoever said that Seneca had to be restricted by the fact that she was at least a decade younger than him. Seneca can do what Seneca wants to do. He wasn't going to broadcast it to all of Panem, of course, Seneca knew discretion. Still, he was determined on making the most out of the night.

"I agree that Marcus has done quite a job on you, but colors and feathers can only do so much, Aquila. Your stylist's work would be for naught if you yourself don't know how to carry it with such poise," he told her. Of course, she need not humble herself too much. Seneca was keen on building up her confidence some more, which will only add to her radiance tonight. And a radiant and enthralling date was all Seneca could ever ask for. Without having to look, Seneca knew most, if not all eyes, were furtively on them. Women would surely want to know who Seneca's flavor of the night was, either to gossip or envy over. Men, of the lesser ilk, would probably do the same as well. Of course, those the likes of President Snow and the older distinguished elite would only be glad for even just a simple introduction and a few well-placed praises on his impeccable taste in women. Seneca would love nothing than to do just that. This night was a boon for both him and Aquila indeed.

When Aquila moved to whisper something to him, Seneca took the chance and leaned further in, his own lips almost brushing her soft jawline and the dainty curve of her shoulder. She smelled sweet, and Seneca inhaled them all in, shamelessly getting drunk in the wonderful scent of her perfume. She spoke of wanting to speak with a certain person, and Seneca readied himself for a name, but then her words had took on a different turn which completely surprised Seneca. He pulled back, an amused smile on his face, as he tried to see if Aquila was serious or was merely joking. Seneca was not only famed for being master gamemaker, he also has quite a reputation on the dancefloor. And there was nothing he would like more than to take Aquila dancing and show him his moves as well as to see her moves. Seeing the serious look on her face, Seneca then gave her a small bow and then held his hand out to her. "The honor is all mine, Aquila. Shall we?" he offered waiting for her to take his hand before leading her to the dancefloor. A sweet slow melody was currently playing and there were only a few couples on the floor. Seneca knew for certain that they will become the center of attention not soon enough.

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What a splendid night! The Capitol was celebrating itself and its people again in the most exuberant and extravagant way possible again, and the season of little parties and feasts of the Capitol High Society had reached its immediate and definite climax today, in the annual costume and masquerade ball that was held in President Snow’s own residence. Weeks before that, Aquila and her friends had been talking about nothing else, even though they had known not all of them were so lucky as to attend. They were only around sixteen after all, and some of them were cursed with very strict parents. Not so Aquila however. Her father, one of the Gamemakers, was not such a big fan of receptions and balls ever since his wife had died, and he only attended those he had to be seen on as to not offend anyone, but he never would resent his daughter the fun. He knew she was mature for her age, and he also knew that she was considered quite a pretty and well-received face amongst the people of the Capitol. One day, he would be able to marry her off to a very prosperous and distinguished man, and as such make her star shine even brighter.

Aquila didn’t care about such things though, she was living in and enjoying the present, not the future. She wanted to have the time of her life while she still could, and she liked to be the center of attention for a while. The costume she had been choosing with the help of her personal stylist was surely made to draw attention to her tonight. She was wearing a tightly fitting bodice with long, flowing gazé sleeves, coalescing in the colors of shimmering red, blazing orange and brilliant yellow. The bodice left the part around her navel bare, proudly showing her flat belly. The skirt she was wearing was of the same flowing material as the sleeves and allowed little sneak peeks at her slender, long legs when she moved. The skirt itself was black at the hem, then merged into red, orange and yellow as well, reaching its brightest point at her waist. Her red hair itself had not been replaced by a wig, but instead interwoven with feathers, showing the same coalescing colors, with their brightest tone around the quill. An orange mask in the shape of a beak, dusted with glittering gold powder, completed her attire. She was a Phoenix, just rising from the ashes.

She knew she was having eyes on her, some admiring, some jealous, but in the end she didn’t care much for them. She wanted to enjoy the night, dance, eat until she had to use the little glasses of vomiting liquid, and then dance and eat again.

Every now and again, she snuck a glance at her company for the night, the dashing young man that had so graciously offered to have an eye on her for her father’s sake: Seneca Crane, the shooting star of the Capitol. Appointed Head Gamemaker and everybody’s darling. Some even said he could be the next president should Snow die unexpectedly. To be seen with him tonight made Aquila’s star shine even brighter, and she knew it. This was going to be a perfect night.

”What do you think of the party so far, Seneca?” she asked curiously, not sure if she would get an honest answer or a stereotype one. In the end it probably wouldn’t matter much.

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Walking into what probably could be touted as the party of the century, well at least for those parties that were not directly tied to the Hunger Games, Seneca felt immediately at ease. The annual costume and masquerade ball was one of the very lavish celebrations President Snow himself throws for the elite Capitol crowd, a fitting venue for the usual ostentatious display of colors and ornaments that people from the Capitol are infamous of. It was not something new to his books. Seneca Crane had been to more parties than he could count since he had entered the world of politics and the games. Well, suffice it to say he grew up in this world. Being in his third year as Head Gamemaker, he was no ordinary celebrity. He was THE celebrity, the man who made and still continue to make things happen in and around the Games. Victors come and go, but Seneca had remained master manipulator of all, and he planned to continue on for as long as he possibly could. Seneca knew exactly what he was and where he was in the social ladder--just a notch below President Snow. There was so much power to being Head Gamemaker and everybody's darling. And Seneca was determined, not only to bask in its glory, but to make the most out of it in all possible ways he could imagine.

Such as tonight. He knew he could just as easily get himself a willing lady to accompany him to the ball. With a click of a finger or a suggestive wink, he knew women would come flocking to him for a chance to be seen at his side. He should know, he had done it many times before. Seneca was never seen with the same woman twice. Ever. There was always a new flavor, a new arm candy every time he'd go out and about attending parties and public functions all over the Capitol. And tonight he had decided to take one that was just on the verge of blossoming into a very lovely flower. Aquila, the daughter of one of his Gamemakers, was so beautiful and graceful in all her sixteen summers to rival even the Capitol's experienced socialites and vixens. And Seneca wanted to be part of it, wanted to be the one to show her off before somebody else does. By offering to be her date for the party, Seneca had practically told everyone in attendance, and practically everyone who would see them together when the news and photographs come out, that Aquila was his, and that every other young man out there should just shod off and wallow in insecurity as they always have whenever he was around.

Seneca turned to Aquila when she spoke, and couldn't help but continue to be blown away by how she looked tonight. He had felt quite a heart attack first time he saw her when he fetch her from her house earlier. She was lovely and every bit as breathtaking in her stunning gown. The colors of her dress complimented her flaming hair, and all in all, Aquila was a vision to behold. Seneca was indeed the luckiest man here tonight. Heck, he's the luckiest man all over Panem. "Not quite as enchanting as you are tonight, my dear Aquila," he replied, reaching a hand out to gently caress her cheek, before moving it down her dainty arms, to rest by her elbow. "Are you enjoying yourself? Is there anyone here you'd like to meet or anything I could do to make this night a memorable one for you?"

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