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Prim still cuddled up in her mother’s side. She was so scared, to say the least. “I-I hated it. It was so scary.” All she wanted was comfort and to never talk about it ever again. But she knew she would have to.

It was easier to mother Prim than Katniss. Melina could still tap into her instincts when it came to her littlest duck, stroking her wheat colored hair with a pale hand to chase the dreams away. If her parents were still alive, they would have loved Prim. She would have been spoiled endlessly.

“Do you want me to sing the meadow lullaby? Like Katniss does?”

#prxmroseeverdeen #you are my precious little duckling yes yes #threads

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The mines were taking it from him, slowly, pulling the blood from his body and replacing it with stone and lead and coal instead. After the games, after the games that completely shattered the gentle basin of twelve, Rowan spent his time when he was not with Melina, with his head bent over maps in the Hawthorne house, reading by lamplight run on precious oil.

But now it was day, seeping into a night, and his ribs ached and ached. He was filthy; the’d had a collapse deep down and he’d been trapped, but not for long. He shared a heel of bread with a man named Whistler and they talked about the Games and about the Dark Days. And the man in the mines knew there was a golden girl waiting for him at the top.

He touched her tenderly; she’d lost her friend. In the games, Rowan had lost friends, too. They all had. “Did they?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his tongue black. “Walk with me back to the Seam. I need to rinse my mouth out.”

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She didn’t care that he was covered in soot and sweat, her arms wrapped around him all the same. She could hear her parents voices in her head, telling her off for being so improper. Her mother would complain of the creases in her dress and the black smudges left on her pale skin, like coal colored bruises.

Time passed slowly the first few days after the games. Generally it consisted of a solemn quiet, only disturbed by the train arriving with two wooden boxes. It was strange to have a victor, although Haymitch was still in the capitol healing from the games. He hadn’t been on television yet; every victor had to be molded into perfection before presented to the people. Only one box had been shipped back to twelve, one child to bury from the games.

She should have brought him water; Melina felt silly for not thinking of it before. She nodded and entwined her fingers with his. Other miners were being greeted by their families, little girls being swept up into father’s arms.

“Maysilee taught it to echo whistles. If she whistled, it whistled them back, but it hasn’t sang since...” she swung his hand lightly, looking away from the leaf covered path to the sky, “well...perhaps it will sing to you.”

#WORRIES ABOUT THE BAES TBH #eventhebirdsfallsilent

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very quick psa. okay so there’s like a string of call out posts on my dash, and honestly, going forward – i’ll probably be unfollowing people who post them. like i get things are triggering, but you should just block && unfollow people who trigger you. blacklist tags. there’s no need to stir up a witch hunt. even if someone is writing something that you feel personally uncomfortable, or you’re disgusted by it. it’s not your place to ruin someone’s experience here because of writing subject. and call out posts can trigger anxiety for people who write muses who come, canon from different medias, with triggers like abuse or rape. so please, please stop the call out trend. it’s really, really uncomfortable and unnecessary and downright mean. just unfollow someone, no one gains anything if you drag someone through the mud for their writing topics. it doesn’t erase the thread, it doesn’t stop the notion. it just makes their night awful, and my dash a very unsafe place for some people.

#this has been a psa #out of the mine.

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I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy them and their existence.

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#OUR SHIP

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‘ want a sugar cube? ‘ he says, offering his hand, which is piled high. ‘ they’re supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? they’ve got years to eat sugar, whereas you and i … well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quick.’

#promos; yesssss #Q

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#safe havens;

rhondaboneys

She’s fifty or so, with gray hair that falls in an unbroken sheet to her shoulders. Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They’re very pale, as if almost all the colour has been sucked out of them. The colour of slush that you wish would melt away.

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Effie, don’t be a stranger

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2 (via glittertrinkets)

#I died #the ship was so strong #spoilers

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She worried about him every day, more so since the Games had ended. Death had touched her life now, pulling Maysilee away, and she feared it would never be satisfied. Each day dragged by anxiously slow until she heard the whistle of the miner’s.

Melina was the first at the mouth of the mine, her pale hands clapsed to her chest. For some it was hard to differentiate one man from another, each face covered in black soot. Melina always knew when Rowan appeared. It wasn’t his blue eyes that stood out among the dark coal dust, or his inky hair. Not even his weathered leather jacket. It was the way her heart picked up the moment his feet hit the ground and the warmth that flooded her chest. She didn’t breath properly until he did, above ground in the fresh air.

Her thin around wrapped around him, breathing in the smell of oil and pine. He carried the forest with him, whereever he went.

“The Donner’s brought me May’s canary today...”

#eventhebirdsfallsilent