abrnthy , haymitch abernathy
he didn’t feel at his best. though he hadn’t felt good in so long, it was hard to tell what that could possibly be. what he did know was he felt weak at a bad hour and angry in a less critical one. strangely enough, none of those things plagued his mind. not overwhelmingly so, at least, for they were always just simmering underneath the surface. he couldn’t help the demons that lived with him. he feels a tinge of anger poke through as she avoids the explanation, knowing full well what she’d meant but having held on to the hope that she wouldn’t have really thought it. ❛ you shouldn’t have said anything. ❜ he answers calmly, yet filled with passive aggression that wasn’t usual of him. more often than not, he only specialized on the latter alone. his eyes meet hers. ❛ i like you better without all the make-up. ❜ haymitch adds, as if the half-hearted compliment would sweeten the deal. bursting bubbles wasn’t his intention, but it was stronger than him.
keeping heated feelings in check when every fibre of his body screamed for a substance that it longed for was no easy deed. he was currently trying to literally waltz through it, only able to follow her lead to the best of his ability. instinct guides their joined hands to rest against his chest, the back of hers upon the steady beating of his heart. ❛ yeah, well –––– never was one for dancing much. ❜ dancing was for celebrations. they hadn’t had something to celebrate in years. his heart was hardly in this wedding as it were, but she’d made a compelling case. perhaps he should just stick with his former resolve and not be so hard on her. the smile she gives him all but melts the ice he’d so quickly surrounded himself with, and manages to crack a smile through his façade. ❛ but this… isn’t so bad. ❜
eyes fail to escape from his , even if its glare grows mad for a second or two. long, natural lashes bat as she squints, almost if analyzing his very audacity. effie trinket was not the woman to reprehend for her words. ❝ you’re a very rude man . ❞ she doesn’t seem particularly bothered by it, though --- as if that was simply too yesterday for them. she knew better, and most certainly should have known not to say those words she was longing to voice not expecting some bitter ones in return. bitterness had never been enough to stop her, though, and not even drive her away. there was no way it could be a first. ❝ hmm . of course . it must be killing you to have one less thing to bother me about , though . ❞ if a day went by without his remarks on her perfectly ridiculous looks, the escort supposed she should worry.
effie didn’t like herself any better that way. it was the only shape of herself she knew; awfully humiliating how a paint - covered skin was the closest to herself she could ever imagine, but that had been for years the only source of her compliments. it was easier to see what other people saw --- and here, now, there wasn’t much that pleasing to be looked at. he looked at her like there was, though. ❝ so bad , huh ? ❞ she feels the beating of his heart against her hands and almost fears he could feel her own from the distance. feels like it could burt out of her chest, for reasons yet unknown, and to which she has no intention of investigating just yet. ❝ just admit it ... ❞ eyes spark looking up, standing on the tip of her already high heels only for a second as if the distance between them wasn’t critical enough. ❝ i happen to be the best dance you’ve ever had . ❞ she’s ready for a let down, really, and the pride behind her smirk shows there’s not much to it than teasing; but she’d like to think she’s a good runner for that spot.
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