[It wasn't what she was expecting. Not even in the slightest. The memories of those afternoons spent in the meadow outside of District 12 had still been on her mind. She had been thinking much more along the lines of further teasing from the sidelines.
But a necklace? One he made himself?
She hesitated for a second longer before accepting it. The necklace certainly wasn't anything like the height of Capitol couture. Effie would never be caught dead in it. Which made it all the better.
But he had made it. She glanced up from her study of the necklace, eyes suddenly growing serious.] So long as it's your fake affection.
I don't want... [She frowned for a moment, suddenly feeling awkward and unsure. But this was Sokka. He was a friend - a very good friend - and deserved as much as the truth as she could give. She waved one hand absently while the other clutched tightly to the beads and buttons.] ...I don't want anything real. Not like what I had with Peeta. I'm not falling in love again. Ever.
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But a necklace? One he made himself?
She hesitated for a second longer before accepting it. The necklace certainly wasn't anything like the height of Capitol couture. Effie would never be caught dead in it. Which made it all the better.
But he had made it. She glanced up from her study of the necklace, eyes suddenly growing serious.] So long as it's your fake affection.
I don't want... [She frowned for a moment, suddenly feeling awkward and unsure. But this was Sokka. He was a friend - a very good friend - and deserved as much as the truth as she could give. She waved one hand absently while the other clutched tightly to the beads and buttons.] ...I don't want anything real. Not like what I had with Peeta. I'm not falling in love again. Ever.