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[Archived Work] larkspur leaves by lafama808
Fandoms: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
26 Jul 2025
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first of all i would like to disclose that this fic is not mine, but i decided to share it with yall because the og writer dissapeared. to the og author: if u see this i loved this fic and ur writing, i dont mean no harm by doing this, idk. please dont hate me lol. <3 i think ur work is worthy of being seen.
"Sejanus Plinth raises his face to the summertime skies as the heat flushes his cheeks, the fall
of his brown curls clinging to pink skin. He stripped to his swim shorts and the smooth signet
chain that rests around his throat. He can hear the faint shouts of the others from where they
splash at the salt shore.
He should have stayed home for the summer. He just keeps making the selfsame mistakes.
Coriolanus Snow makes his way across the green grasses, his blonde hair rumpled and stuck
to flushed cheeks with the surf. He has the faintest air curved around his pretty mouth and a
cigarette tucked over his ear. He is stripped shirtless in the sun, and the smallest pink mark
sticks to his hip where they got careless hidden behind the serving veranda earlier in the
week."
-allthecitylights
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[Archived Work] larkspur leaves by lafama808
Fandoms: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
26 Jul 2025
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Summary
first of all i would like to disclose that this fic is not mine, but i decided to share it with yall because the og writer dissapeared. to the og author: if u see this i loved this fic and ur writing, i dont mean no harm by doing this, idk. please dont hate me lol. <3 i think ur work is worthy of being seen.
"Sejanus Plinth raises his face to the summertime skies as the heat flushes his cheeks, the fall
of his brown curls clinging to pink skin. He stripped to his swim shorts and the smooth signet
chain that rests around his throat. He can hear the faint shouts of the others from where they
splash at the salt shore.
He should have stayed home for the summer. He just keeps making the selfsame mistakes.
Coriolanus Snow makes his way across the green grasses, his blonde hair rumpled and stuck
to flushed cheeks with the surf. He has the faintest air curved around his pretty mouth and a
cigarette tucked over his ear. He is stripped shirtless in the sun, and the smallest pink mark
sticks to his hip where they got careless hidden behind the serving veranda earlier in the
week."
-allthecitylightsBookmarked by lafama808
26 Jul 2025