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While you live, the revolution lives.
The Capitol (the hunger games)
The thought of that scruffy old Buttercup posting himself on the bed to watch over Prim comforts me. If she cries, he will nose his way into her arms and curl up there until she calms down and falls asleep. I’m so glad I didn’t drown him.
follow me at my theme blog though (consurgetthemes) I’ll post my own themes soon and it would be cool if someone looked at them uvu
we’re still playing the game
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“I don’t believe we’ve met.” the blonde woman peered up through untrimmed bangs. “Cecelia.” her tone was inquisitive as she pondered about their character. Good or bad? Safe or threatening? Friend or foe?
"Katniss," she responded, the tense corners of her lips turning up to welcome the other. Twisting the fabric on her jacket between her fingers, her eyes scanned the scenery. "Where am I?"
⚔ —— : katniss
❝I’m a monster.❞
"If that’s what you think about yourself, then what does that make me?”
"I can't answer that; although if we feel the same, I suppose it makes us both nothing."
I am not angry, I am not hurt, I am nothing.
No matter how many times I see this, I still can’t decide whose face is the best
” can’t get rid of me that easy. “
he mimics her smile, the corners of his lips tugging faintly. despite their light attitudes, the exhaust proves to have taken a toll through such a small gesture. his fingers curl against the threads of her shirt, fanning the fabric closer to her skin to hold her in place. the pressure of her kiss expands over his skin, warmth pooling to the area that received the gentle caress. — - even now the affection managed to unhinge any second thoughts.
” why would i do that? you’re only pretty when you sleep. "
he snags broccoli, dips it in the spread and plops the veggie into his mouth. a few chomps later and he knows he will deserve a smack if he receives one. instead he grabs another carrot and holds it to her mouth in a peace offering, despite stifling a smug expression.
[ "that's almost too bad,"
she whispers, barely audible. without its usual defensive demeanor, the remark died between her lips. in ways she'd rather not admit, the fire which once fueled her resolve smoldered away without him. she inhales, the familiar feeling of his caress warming her body as her muscles relax against his frame.
lips forming a smirk, she pulls away just long enough to retaliate.
"two can play at this game, mellark."
raising her eyebrows, she snatches the carrot in his fingertips as she plunges it in the dip, proceeding to rub the cheese in a streak down his cheek. anticipating worse in response, she backs away, suppressing laughter. ]
"Sweetheart, if we need to add a head check to the list, your likeability is gonna plummet six feet underground."
[A roll of the eyes.] "That was actually the polite way of asking you to leave. I'm not in the mood for it, Haymitch."
Send one for my muse’s reaction.
"I adore you."
“You are adorable.”
“I’ll protect you with my life.”
“I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me.”
“A storm is coming.”
“You are cute but we’re not going to be a thing.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Give me a sign!”
“I want to be your friend.”
“I need you.”
“I hate you!”
“Get over it.”
“That was rude.”
“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”
“You are my enemy.”
“I like when you smile.”
❛ i need to lie down. ❜
[ “are you sick?” after the initial shock of his request, she focused on providing aid for the victor. her medical experience was limited; it only extended to being in the presence of her mother and Prim. with slight panic, she gestured to the cot a few steps away. frowning, she reasoned, approaching his side. “what can I do to help?” ]