clove kentwell.

we're going to kill you. just like we did with your pathetic little ally. 

[horrorwomensource]

SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[dailyflicks]

Euphoria S03E08 "In God We Trust"

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

ONE LAST KILL COUNTDOWN by @darlingshane | Day 12: Kiss

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

ONE LAST KILL COUNTDOWN by @darlingshane | Day 21: Hug

[clovekentwcll]

[dead-n-reckless]

they're so sweet miss them

[littleweirdoss]

MERCREDI | 15H38

It’s gonna be okay.

[glimmermonroe]

“Sounds like a plan,” she nodded. “We call that the dog house. Marvel’s already quite familiar with it. Hope they have room for two back there.”

“I know it isn’t, but… we really tried, you know? We are trying.” If it wasn’t for her broken brain messing it all up, maybe they could actually do it. “I mean, I love him more than anything. It just… something keeps stopping me.” She hadn't ever said it out loud, but she knew that something was a someone — their daughter. “I don’t know,” she sighed. “Guess we’ll work it out some day.”

Glimmer mirrored Clove’s actions, glancing around too. “Yeah… it’s not exactly luxurious. I'm sure Caroline's all over it," she commented bitterly before raising her eyebrows in surprise. Though she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised. "You’re gonna keep training? I guess it’s a nice distraction. Something familiar.”

[clovekentwcll]

“Room for two, sure. But room for Cato? Not likely. Even a wild animal enclosure wouldn’t be big enough for him.”

“Oh, shit. You’re upset.” Clove frowned, aware that she was probably unable to comfort Glimmer in the way that she needed. “I mean — I’m the last person who should be giving advice, but isn’t that the point? Love, I mean.” She shrugged. “You’ve both been through hell. But you’re still here, together. And up until this point, you haven’t had much chance to work anything out, let alone a relationship. You’ll be fine.”

“I’ve heard Caroline has taken it upon herself to sort everything out. Shocker.” Clove couldn’t stand Caroline, even if they were allies. Clash of personalities was an understatement. “At least she’s decent at what she does, for a vampire chihuahua. Alexandria should look better eventually. But as for training, yeah. Not sure what else I’m supposed to do, watching TV isn’t my style.”

[samwincheester]

Sam had kept himself considerably isolated since the Winchester’s return to Alexandria. Time on the open road had done wonders for clearing their heads, but it hadn’t been the homecoming they’d planned for. The calm was only ever going to be temporary, of course, but there was nothing like getting back in the Impala to bring him and Dean a sense of peace. Arriving back to news of Johanna’s long-term captivity had been nothing short of crushing. Immediately, Sam had felt winded, as if their few months away had meant nothing. How could this have happened on his watch? Why had he believed them? How could he have let them win? Then, Dean confirmed she had no intention of ever seeing him again, not even to let him explain. Sam got worse.

The mental debate agonised him non-stop, causing him to shut away entirely. After weeks of hiding, it was only Dean’s tough love that made him agree to go for a walk or run a day. He was only a few days in to the ritual when things suddenly felt not quite right. He was distracted, exhausted despite not needing sleep, and had no real sense of where he was — but the hairs on the back of his neck still stood on end, instinctively sensing danger. Sam slowed, frowning, trying to push through the sludge in his mind to consider what might be happening, when suddenly, a light figure was upon him, arms tightening around his neck.

He yelped in surprise, but even though his mind was a whirr of confusion, his instincts kicked in immediately, reaching around for any leeway in their grip so he could get them off. “Ow!” Something hard hit him across the head, the words of his attacker throwing him off guard once again. He liked killing girls? “Get off me!” He was struggling to place the voice in the panic, and was having no luck adjusting her position, so slammed them both into the wall of the nearest building instead, the impact of the hit causing her to finally lose her grip.

Breathing hard, mostly from the shock encounter, Sam stood back and assessed his attacker. “Clove?! What the -” Suddenly, she was up again, rock still firmly grasped in her hand, his head stinging at the reminder, and he shook his head fast, hand coming up, gesturing for her to halt. “— hey, hey, no. Clove, stop! Put it down!”

[clovekentwcll]

Clove winced as her back met the wall, winded by the impact. It was enough to release the grip she had around Sam's neck, but not enough to stop her. Once she'd upped and steadied herself, her gaze was locked upon him again, although she struggled to truly see him through the flashbacks that were playing in her mind. She should've known by now they were falsely constructed, most of her arena memories were, but the adrenaline had already taken over. Clove was in self preservation mode, and the only person who could settle this repeated behaviour was nowhere to be seen. Without Glimmer, she had no one to reassure her that Sam wasn't a threat. No one to trust.

Clove paused for the briefest of moments, catching her breath, assessing how to come at him next. He was undoubtedly stronger than her, and she'd lost the element of surprise. But to her, it was kill, or be killed. The tracker jacker venom was still buried within her mind, deep as poison, mixing truth with hallucination. She'd spent hours regaining trust with her fellow rebels, watching footage, trying to reconfigure the reality. But Sam had slipped through the cracks. She had no real memory of him, not one that belonged to her. He was nothing more than another person who'd threatened her life. She couldn't walk away from that.

"You want me to put it down? Okay." Unaware of the crowd that was now building around them, Clove growled, putting all of her weight behind the rock as she threw it, aiming directly at Sam's face. "Fuck you!"

[rssehathaway]

Rose shrugged, tone quite casual considering the nature of the conversation. “He knows you. You know him. You’re always wanna gonna go back to that because it’s safe. Trust me.” Safe to say, Rose had quite a few relationships that fit into that category. She didn’t do well with commitment, not romantically anyway, but she often returned to what she knew best, seeking comfort and familiarity. It wasn’t the sort of topic District Two tributes would ever have been allowed to discuss before, but a lot of things had changed over the years. So had they.

“Everything’s changed, Clove. Not the shit-hot taste of burgers, but still. That’s why you’re coming to me now. And that’s why you can drop Cato. Eventually. Now that all the bullshit’s over, you can meet new people. Change the type of relationship you have. Let him… climb all over Marvel for a while, I dunno.”

[clovekentwcll]

“I guess you’re right,” Clove admitted, a heavy sigh lifting her shoulders. “I wouldn’t feel normal if I didn’t have him around to irritate me every ten seconds.” She hated the vulnerability of this situation, discussing her emotions, but it was easier with Rose. Considering they'd both been reaped, they had similar experiences. Their initial training regimes may have differed, but the end result had been the same. In both Alicante and District Two, insults and sarcastic remarks were seen as terms of endearment, a product of their upbringing. As was their need to shy away from more difficult conversations. They didn't have to say much to understand eachother, and Clove was thankful to Rose for that.

“This is giving me a headache, you know that right?” Still, Clove smiled, showing her gratitude through expression alone. “I’ll figure something out, with Cato. But I actually like Marvel, so I’m not gonna’ subject him to dealing with the brute in my absence. That’s just cruel.”

[glimmermonroe]

“We’ll see,” she shrugged mysteriously, knowing plenty well she could argue with her daughter for the rest of her life if it meant getting to occasionally style her hair, or outfits. Wrinkling her nose at the reply, Glimmer laughed a moment later. “Yikes, okay. Well, when you feel like cutting his head off, and you need a place to crash, our couch is all yours. And if he comes crawling to Marv, he’s going in like, the kennel.”

“Marvel’s good,” Glimmer smiled, like she always did when talking about her boyfriend. They were still having issues, largely because of her, but that certainly didn’t affect her love for him. “He missed everyone. I'm not sure how he felt, when it was just us three alone. He knows he belongs with us, but he still really wanted to help you guys.” She cleared her throat, feeling uncomfortable sharing her thoughts, despite it being Clove. For Careers, that would always be the case. “I guess he’s enjoying catching up with everyone. And I’m.. okay, too. Adjusting,” she added.

[clovekentwcll]

“I’m okay with both of those options,” Clove agreed with a small nod, knowing that she’d end up on Glimmer’s couch by the weekend. “Although… a kennel definitely sounds like the better one. Maybe I should set him up in the back yard. I’ll even get him a water bowl with his name on it.”

“I get that. We’re Careers, ‘loving family’ isn’t really in any of our descriptors. Glad you’re holding up okay in spite of that, though. I guess we’ve got learn to accept this…” she gestured around at the town around them, the one they now called home. “As our new normal. Can’t say I don’t hate it yet, but oh well. The training centre works, so I can deal with it.”

[alicciaclark]

Alicia nodded at the question before the woman continued, nearly rolling her eyes in response. She should’ve expected that Clove would’ve made a sarcastic remark. Still, she tended to agree. “Just depends what the game is, and who your opponents are, I guess. Some games suck.” Considering their nation’s history, that much was obvious. “Probably good to try and understand Monopoly now, since capitalism is making a comeback."

They walked in silence for a short while until Clove piped up again with more questions. Alicia was surprised by her interest, but kept that to herself. “Cards? There’s… a lot of ways to play. It’s not one game, you can use the same deck over and over in different ways. Depends what you like, really? You can play for bets, or cheating, or just collecting points. My brother used to do magic tricks with them,” she smiled grimly.

Alicia glanced at the girl again, confirming her suspicions that she’d been a tribute. A lot of the residents were, but Alicia hadn’t gotten to know many, Madison keeping her children close. “We should be glad that it’s not though, right? I mean, you could walk right past those guards and trees, and just keep walking, if you wanted. That’s gotta be better than an arena.”

[clovekentwcll]

“Well, in that case, I’m only playing against you if you’re good. I don’t do well with shitty competition, it’s far too easy,” Clove responded, smirk upturning the corners of her lips. Even with no knowledge of the games herself, she refused to go up against a rookie. She enjoyed the challenge, she enjoyed competing. Even in this case, when it would be none violent. 

“Really?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Until now, she’d never paid any interest. The concept still seemed trivial and unimportant, but she supposed there’d been nothing better to do up until this point. “I don’t need to cheat. But I am good at collecting points, and I don’t mind betting so long as the odds are good in my favour,” after all, the Capitol had practically raised her with that motto. 

“I don’t know,” Clove admitted, shrugging a shoulder. The arena made sense to her, it had structure, she’d trained her entire childhood for it. Everything that came after was new, as if she’d had to begin training all over again. Plus, her outbursts were typically frowned upon, which wasn’t the outcome she desired. It was the opposite of the reaction she’d received back home. “I guess. What’s even out there?” 

[in-love-paradise]

[userslayer]

Miller's girl (2024) dir. Jade Bartlett

[glimmermonroe]

The blonde rolled her eyes, amused. “Who’s the drama queen now? C’mon, she’s my daughter, and of District One blood. It’s a rite of passage.” She smiled before reaching out, tugging on the end of Clove’s hair. “How are you doing?”

[clovekentwcll]

“Mmm, no. It’s torture.” Clove allowed herself a genuine smile then, swatting Glimmer’s hand away from her hair. “I’m okay. Rooming with Cato, so you can imagine how well that’s going.”

“How are you? How’s Marv?”

[glimmermonroe]

“Always,” Glimmer nodded, genuine. “No way that smelly loaf is staying in my home. Besides, the couch has your name on it.” Snorting at the image, she shrugged. “God, probably. Funny, really. Marvel and I have needed a ‘deep chat’ for a long time now, but he’ll still have one with Cato before me. Fucking men.” That was largely her fault, but the point still remained.

Taking her friend's arm, she nodded, leading them both away. “Deal. What’s the plan?”

[clovekentwcll]

“Good, because I’m going to take up permanent residency on it.” Despite her joking, Clove was seriously considering it. Maintaining a relationship with Cato was one thing, but living with him was another level of stress. They needed space. “Well, good luck to him. He’d get a more intelligent response from a sack of potatoes than he would Cato. Maybe it’ll teach him not to prioritise ‘broships’ over the mother of his child.” Walking alongside Glimmer, Clove considered their options. “Honestly, I have no idea, this town’s a snoozefest. Maybe we should get drunk and burn a bunch of shit.”

[glimmermonroe]

“Well, I will take that as a compliment,” she smiled, tossing some hair over her shoulder. “I keep forgetting you’re as stubborn as Marvel. But she’s good. Great, actually.” It almost sounded rehearsed. “Talking and walking all on her own now, so it shouldn’t be long until I can get her in some heels. Fingers crossed!“

[clovekentwcll]

“I swear to God, Glimmer, if you put that poor girl in heels, I will never speak to you again.” Clove paused, considering. “Or maybe I will. Since I’m not stubborn or anything.”