GLORY & GORE

♐ we taste of heat, ashes, and misery. [ indie katniss everdeen — primarily novel verse. tracking the tag iincensum potentially NSFW. ]

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HELLO I REMEMBERED MY SIGN IN WE ARE BACK IN BUSINESS

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angry disgruntled noises about everthorne angry disgruntled noises about the fact i've never even head a whole thread with a gale or a peeta or anyone who isn't kaylyn's finnick

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Gale & Katniss  + green and blue

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tridentium:

        It’s hard to develop feelings for you when I already have ‘em.

                      { fresh grass colored hues hold onto olive,                               waiting patiently for her palm to create                                               a scooping motion and press.                                           lips parted, finnick finally raised                                                                                        a hand,                                                                                impatiently,                                             pressing his palm flat over hers,

                                                                  and finally the hiss— }

                 ( a breath catches in her throat,                    and whether it's in response to his words,                    or the pressure he forces upon her                    wandering hand, she can't tell.                    maybe, (( just maybe )), a combination of both,                    because instead of waiting                    for the end of that hiss--                    she's adjusting herself so full sets of roseate                    could find his own, all accompanied by                    a sort of broken and unrestrained fervor                    that she was frighteningly unfamiliar with.                    though, languid palm persist in wandering,                    finally manufacturing a scooping motion                    beneath the guidance of his own                    and pressing upwards against him in a way                    she'd hardly considered touching him in the arena.                                     -- his body wasn't unfamiliar terrain,                                        she's seen it and felt it against her own                                        before. but this is-- very different. )

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tridentium:

                { pressing his cheek to the sheets,                          gaze remained steady on cream complexion.                         she was farther than she usually was and                         touching the trail of hair that led down was                         a clear promise. 

                            grinning, it faltered with the                             scrape of teeth on flesh. parted lips revealed                             his own sets of ivory and finnick was quick to                              nibble across the flesh of her ear.                 breathy whispers came next       }

        … Fair enough.

           ( it takes a deep breath, and a temporary crush of                            pride to force that hand any further, to dip                                careful digits beneath the thin fabric of                                undergarments, and surely, they hover                            there, curious eyes clashing with his own               in strewn search of guidance, because god only    knew she hadn't the slightest clue what she was doing. )            Is the great Finnick Odair developing feelings for the girl from District 12?

[observando]

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okay, no. i'm seriously. i'm going to be making a point to be using this blog more often, so if anyone's interested in plotting or a starter, please let me know like. right now.

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tridentium:

            I don’t believe you.

                    { cat-like hues shift to face her, lips only just                           parted outwards,                           oh katniss, what you don’t realize is that                           finnick odair is interested in you.                           no matter if it had been friendly from the                           s t a r t,                            it certainly wasn’t the feelings he harbored                           towards her in the arena.

                                  he didn’t need to worry about lost                                   extremities, or the hot kiss against                                    bronze complexion,                                    she always chickened out in the end.

                          this was different from the girl in the arena. }

              -- then you're making a mistake.

         ( don't bet on it, odair,                    because that hand, despite a subtle quiver, and                    a shaky breath is wandering still-- pads of delicate                    fingers grazing the careful dip and rise of                    sculpted abdomen, before journeying                    to the grace of his hips.                     his lack of faith is as deadly                    as the heaviest dose of radiation, and                    she's more than desperate to prove him wrong--                    to prove herself wrong.                     -- the bite she places to a throbbing pulse point                        only confirms that. )

                Needing you exceeds the boundaries of interest.

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hushedtempest:

                              ((  b r e a t h e. ))

[ his breath catches in his throat at the sight of her. it’s been so long. 

             so.

                   fucking.

                                long. 

he doesn’t know what to do first. he feels — he feels. fist clenches by his side and dirty nails digging into his rough, calloused palms and he slowly forces himself to un - curl those fingers to r e l a x, to ]

                               ((  b r e a t h e. ))

    —      Hey,

[ he speaks. it hangs there, uncertain. ] 

          I --    ( the pause is d a n g e r o u s, and had she believed in weakness, she'd suck up her pride long enough to admit she missed him-- in the disgusting, painful, and unrelenting way. but that?                           that wasn't how this worked. 

      so, she does what her instincts force her to do, and whether he welcomes it or not, wind-burned cheeks are pressed flush to his chest. it was-- an undoubted and subtle i need you. )

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tridentium:

                Oh, please.                 The interest you have in me proves otherwise.

      { extremities slipped between strands,                curling around the tangles and releasing them                the best that he could. sliding his tongue along her               lower lip, finnick slid his hands back to her ribs and               gently brought upon her a squeeze. }

           ( -- there's a pause, and calloused fingers grip at his wrists;                  index looping around, tight enough to make her point.                  and she rolls from him, temperature decreasing                  almost instantaneously as                  her petite form parts from his larger. )       What interest?             ( olive orbs fix themselves on the ceiling, and there's               a sinking feeling overwhelming her stomach, bile               near flooding her throat in immediate response.               but, for once, katniss swallows her goddamn pride,               turning to him and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to               the most sensitive spot right below his ear.               a shameless tease, one only further emphasized by a               wandering hand ghosting downwards along the               expanse of abdomen. )       There's-- no interest.

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        { plush lips feel no different than                the gentle lap of the ocean against               his tan toes, or               the crisp feel of the breeze coming               across the gray waters. clutching her               hips, pulling her flush, the contact released               a light hum. }

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      ( a small noise escapes fine lips         as he tugs her hips into his own.          and, in response, she bites into the flesh         of coinciding apertures, a phantom declaration of         how unfair that was. but, a moment passes,         and she's kissing him against, wholeheartedly, almost         in that deep sort of way she used to kiss peeta in the arena. )                            I should hate you, actually.                            For making me feel like I need you.

[llgateauxll]

[finnickodairheis]

“I’m just overwhelmed that people know who I am. I’m blown away and so honoured that people queue up and it means something to them to stop and say hello.” (x)

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tridentium:

        { such a warm embrace brought on a purr into dark waves cascading over her head, strong arms tightening around her waist. }

              ( let me. tell you. it is almost absolutely                 disgusting how much attention                 she abruptly craves, after years and years                 of indulging in complete introversion and solitude.                 not that this was necessarily extroversion.  she could                 be introverted and                 kiss finnick at the same time. )

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[12/5/13 8:46:21 PM] apex predator.: my katniss muse is like [12/5/13 8:46:25 PM] apex predator.: dont make me do long complicated things

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           ( nonchalant neck nuzzling-- mostly because the flower can hardly find peace in the literal hell they've been forced to endure. fuck the capitol. fuck this. fuck living underground. )