The Hunger Games discussion

Asora kept working with her token, thinking of ways she could put the pieces to good use.

Clark stirred, flipping over so he was facing her.

Asora noticed Clark move. She glanced at him, then went back to her token.

Clark woke up a little, putting his arms around her and burring his face in her belly in his half-asleep state.

Asora suppressed a laugh, but couldn't help smiling at Clark. She fiddled with her token some more, a smile on her face.

Clark fell back asleep, still holding her close.

Asora fidgeted with her token, until there was nothing left but the clock face. She smiled at how much she had been able to accomplish.

Clark nuzzled against her in his sleep, his hands tightening and gripping her shirt.

Asora's eyes widened as Clark gripped her shirt. She stared at him, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanor, asleep or not.

Clark suddenly held tighter, whimpering in his sleep. He was having a dream, which was turning into a nightmare. He whispered a soft “No.”

Asora gently shook Clark. "Wake up," she said, keeping her voice soft and gentle.

Clark held a little tighter, then jolted awake, his hands clenching her shirt. “I-I…” He let go and moved away. “I’m sorry. I don’t know… what….”

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Asora and Clark are so adorable my goddddd))

Asora shook her head. "It's okay," she said. "Don't worry about it." She pursed her lips. "Another nightmare?"

Clark nodded and curled up, hugging his knees.

Asora focused her attention on Clark, watching him cautiously. "Are you okay?" she asked.

He shook his head. “No.” He started crying quietly.

Asora's eyes widened. "It's okay," she said. She moved closer to him, placing an arm around him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Clark shook his head, leaning against her a little.

Asora held him, trying to comfort him. "Nightmares are so unfair," she said. "They're one of the worst things about being human."

Clark continues to cry, not responding except for occasional nods. He eventually leaned against her, still crying despite the freezing weather.

"It'll be all right," Asora said, her voice soft. Then she realized. I'm so stupid.

Of course everything wouldn't be okay. Only one of the tributes was going to make it out of the arena alive, and Clark had already said it wasn't going to be him. He had a family and a district who shunned him. Nothing about his life was alright, and here she was attempting to comfort him with lies.

Her words comforted. He shut out the part of him that told him it was lies and hugged her. His soft crying started to subside.

Asora hugged Clark. He had seemed to calm down a bit. She was glad. She hated seeing others upset or crying. It broke her heart. She knew that Clark was sensitive, but she didn't expect to see him so.....vulnerable.

Clark forced himself back to calm, still letting her hold him. He sat back up, wiping his nose.

"Are you all right?" Asora asked, still holding him.

“Yeah.” He put a few sticks on the fire and settled back down.

"We don't have to go to the cornucopia tonight if you aren't up for it," Asora said. "We could always go tomorrow."

Clark nodded. “Yeah.”

"So what do you want to do?" Asora asked.

“I don’t know.” He whispered. “You choose.”

Asora shook her head. "I don't feel comfortable doing that," she said. "If you can't do it, we won't do it. Simple as that."

Clark nodded slowly. “Ok.”

"So what do you want to do?" Asora asked.

Clark shrugged. “Bide our time as much as we can, set traps everywhere, and hope they kill someone.”

Asora nodded. "Sounds good," she said. "Where are you going to set them?"

He shrugged. “Where I can.”

Asora nodded. "Here's hoping they eliminate some of the tributes," she said. "That way the playing field is a lot smaller."

Clark grunted, leaning back into her.

Asora pursed her lips. "Do you ever miss your life?" she asked. "Like, the one from before you got stung?"

Clark shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t really remember it enough to miss it.”

"You don't remember how your family was before?" she asked. "None of it?"

He shook his head. “Nope. Those bees jacked me up. Bad.”

"That must stink," Asora said. "Having little to no memory of a life before."

Clark nodded, putting his head in his hands. “Yeah.”

Asora changed the subject. "Anyway, back to trying to survive," she said. "How many traps are going to be set out?"

Clark shrugged. “A lot. Can you find me sticks? Big ones?”

Asora stood, shrugging. "Sure," she said. She searched for large sticks, coming back not too long after. She set them beside Clark. It was a bunch of about thirty. "Is this enough?" she asked.

Clark shrugged. “Yeah.” He stood and started making a large trap by the fire.

Asora sat back, watching Clark work. Unfortunately, she could barely understand what he was doing.