Friday evening had finally come, the pit in his stomach made Coriolanus anxious. Somehow, despite the years he'd known your mother, and the year he'd spent "dating" you, he had never met your father. The man had taken your mother's last name when they married, something that rarely happened before, maybe only twice. A myriad of questions swam in his head, threatening to drown him. Ancient myths of sirens singing his doom. Would he be just as insane and twisted as your mother? He couldn't be, he was far too public-facing. Would he be more like you then? A playful actor with a cold nature? You had to get that from someone and it was not your mother. The traits you shared with her were cruel.
Sometimes his mind was his worst enemy. He conjured up scenarios that ranged from disastrous, to pleasant, to ones that ended Panem as he knew it. He couldn't shake the feeling like he was walking into the lion's den.
"Will you quit picking at that seam?" Tigris slapped his hand away from his suit pocket. "I spent too much time making that for you to ruin it." It was a miracle she had agreed to come to dinner tonight.
That last time they spoke had ended badly, the confrontation lingering. Despite their difference, Tigris did care for her cousin.
"Relax, it won't come undone from that."
Grandma'am chided, "Now you two play nice. I am far too excited to talk with Mr Gaul about updating the apartment to let you both ruin it." She was oblivious to the underlying tension and chirped excitedly about getting a look inside your family estate.
"Sorry Grandma'am," Tigris always backed off when she got in trouble. "It won't happen again."
When the car pulled up to the gates, a private force of peacekeepers let them through, opening the gate after confirming their identities. He had known that your mother kept security with her, but not to this extent. The drive up to the front of the house was long, longer than it should be. The winding driveway, flanked with trees, led them to the crest of the hill and when the canopy lifted, Coriolanus could see your house.
Bathed in the warm orange of the setting sun stood the grand chateau-style mansion. Its two-story structure adorned with intricate architectural details and expansive windows lit from the inside. The mansion's commanding presence, nestled amidst the green rolling gardens, was a symbol of just how important the Gauls were.
Tonight was going to be a formidable challenge, his nerves building as they got out of the car and escorted through the front door by an Avox. The foyer featured a grand staircase at the back, sleek black railings with intricate breaks in the straight metal showcasing various scientific objects, custom-made to reflect the occupants of the house. The floors were white marble, polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the twin crystal chandeliers that illuminated the space. If the Snow apartment was extravagant, this was utter decadence, opulence in inches of the estate.
Underneath the foremost chandelier stood your family, your parents flanked you on either side.
Mr Gaul was a tall man, taller than Coriolanus. His hair was neatly cropped and styled, the sides tapering into his beard, which was short and neatly trimmed. The combination framed his face, etched with lines of experience and an air of stern authority. Everyone in the Capitol knew him to be a fashionable man, and tonight was no exception. His suit was velvet and impeccably tailored, a testament to his discerning taste and attention to detail, only adding to his imposing physique. He had on a house coat as well. It was in a matching velvet and embroidered everywhere apart from the trim, with fine beads swirling and encircling each other. He had a way of making people look at him. It must be where you got it from. Your mother was speaking to the both of you as he watched on.
Dr. Gaul was not wearing a lab coat-esque top for once and instead was in a black pantsuit. The trousers hung straight on her, a crisp pleat going down the centre, stopping just past the heels. Her blazer had a white inside that carried out onto the lapels, and under it was a simple black blouse. She had told him once that fashion was something she didn't care about.
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the death of an actor | Coriolanus Snow x Reader
FanfictionY/N Gaul the daughter of Dr. Gaul. Argumentative, independent, and hindrance to Coriolanus Snow's life plans. He can't stand you, you're impossible for him to read. When your mother concocts a hairbrained plan to better set up her protege you're cau...