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Sister to Primrose. Tribute in the Hunger Games twice. And the spark of the revolution.
Indie RP for Katniss Everdeen from the Hunger Games fandom. Selective.
Mun is of legal age.
Tracking: ixsaidxreal
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pulvisxetxumbra | William Herondale - Gabriel Lightwood - James Carstairs - Jessamine Lovelace - Charlotte Branwell | Canon multi-muse | The Infernal Devices
maninthehangingtree | Gale Hawthorne | Canon | The Hunger Games
to be revised: temporary or permanent?
pasxmal | Allison Argent | Canon | Teen Wolf
ericabeautifuleverything | Erica Reyes | Canon | Teen Wolf
hazellexhawthorne | Hazelle Hawthorne | Canon | sideblog | The Hunger Games
drunkandsurly | Haymitch Abernathy | Canon | sideblog | The Hunger Games
Unsure she kept waiting for the other to finish. She did not even know why she was waiting, she should probably move out of the place and make room for others and just find a place to sit instead. Absent-mindedly she let her fingers scrape against the tray in her hands before looking up when she felt the other’s eyes on her again.
Biting her lip when she felt the other study her, she could not help but look at the other herself. This was the Mockingjay? Of course she had seen the other in the games, but still Claire had thought her – bigger? After all she was the symbol and the one supposed to change the world and yet she stood there before her looking like everyone else - looking human.
A small smile graced her lips when the other held out her hand and Claire carefully shook it.
“It’s nice to meet you, Katniss - thank you…. Again. Uhh….. My name is Claire.” she smiled before letting go of the other’s hand again and bit her lip.
Now what? Awkwardly she shifted her weight from one leg to another. It was impossible to pretend that she was looking for someone else now and instead she let her gaze wander around trying to find a free seat to sit.
Katniss pretended she couldn’t see how the other was seizing her up in return, but it was too obvious not to, and although she should be used to it by now, it still bothered the brunette more than she cared to admit. All she had done was care for a little girl who reminded her so much of her little sister, and it had sparked a chain of events that led people to believe she was something completely different from who she really was.
Nodding to convey that it was equally a pleasure on her side, she started towards the table she usually sat at with Gale, Prim and her mother, glancing over at the girl when she spoke.
“Claire. Is that a District one name?” Katniss asked, saving the girl from more awkwardness by basically inviting her to join her at their table. Not that she was very familiar with that. The girl had never really cared much about socializing, and she’d had the fortune of having a wonderful but quiet girl like Madge as her sole companion back at high school.
Madge. The name made her chest ache for a girl who had been lost in the bombing of District 12 --a girl who inadvertently gave her the name so many knew her by now. She’d been too gentle a soul to be killed by the Capitol’s cruelty. But then so many innocents were lost because of them. She was reminded of that every time Peeta appeared on screen, looking worse for wear. No, she couldn’t think about that right now. Not if she wanted to stay out of the hospital long enough for the victors to get rescued.
It could not come. How could it when he could not actually promise such a thing. Not while he was in this state. He had no idea how her morning would go or if she was even truly safe where ever she was. All he knew was his true reality and it was bleak. He could only hope her reality was kinder. He could never truly tell when she never spoke highly of it and mostly just clung to him as she was now.
But god, he still hoped as he pushed hair gently from her face. “Tell me you’re okay,” he whispered into the darkness around them.
There was nothing she wanted to do more than tell him the sweet lie, he craved. Maybe by stating she was okay, she might actually feel it, thought she doubted it. Ever since the first time they stood on that stage during the Reaping, she’d been afraid, and living through the horrors they did, it wasn’t hard to imagine it had only grown worse with time. The faces of the dead already haunted her, and now they would have to do it all over again.
Still, she hardened herself, trying to make her voice sound as sincere as possible as she told him, “I’m fine.”
And the only solution was to stand and fight,
And my body was bruised and I was set alight,
But you came over me like some holy rite,
And although I was burning, you’re the only light…
“You were at the Hob too this morning?
You’ve been ––– out?”
The last word was spoken in a low voice as
she was unsure whether or not someone else
might be listening to their quiet conversation.
Looking down when the brunette pushed her
lunch towards her. Pressing her lips slightly
together, she smiled before taking a small piece
of meat. She did not ask for anything in return,
but it felt like the right thing to do even though
she knew that the meat was worth more for the
other than to her. After all, her family could afford
buying meat at the Hob. Still she took a bite of the
small piece of turkey and offered a smile at the other
again.
That Madge knew what she did to survive
was a given, but Katniss still glanced around,
to make sure the wrong people hadn’t heard.
The blonde was discrete, but one could never
be sure what got back to the Capitol. Katniss
very much liked to keep her tongue. Once
sure, she just looked over at Madge and
nodded. “I’ll come by later with what I found
...on my walk.” The Mayor always did buy
a lot from her.
Glad that Madge wasn’t turning down her food,
Seam people being proud after all, she gave
her a little smile in return.
“Who would?” Peeta answers, knowing he’d rather spend all his time here with Katniss wrapped up in his arms. It was the only things his arms were made to do, other than make bread. He lays the side of his head onto hers.
A part of her was still waiting for that one reassuring word that could reassure her he would never willingly leave her and ease the tension from her body. But it didn’t come. And so Katniss turned in his embrace, pressing her cheek harder against his chest as if desperate to hear the steady thumping of his heart through the layers of clothing and skin. If there was one thing she admired about Peeta, it was his constant steadiness in everything he did.
To his question, which honestly didn’t need an answer, she merely hummed as she closed her eyes again, refusing to break at the though that she might not feel him around her like this for much longer.
So somehow, today, marks my 1 year anniversary of RP on this account…
So, after 12 months, 2,681 pages, 26,769 posts, 937 followers, and 1 side blog, I thought I should do something to celebrate…
There are some people who fit into more than one category here, and some who fit into almost every one…
I wanted to thank those who were some of my earliest rp parters, whether we still rp or not, you guys taught me a lot, and I’m extremely grateful:
nokiddingclintbarton runs-on-batteries good-old-american-boyscout leopoldmonkeyfitz philcoul i-got-you-first (back when you were i-thought-it-was-punny) journalofvoices notgonnabesubtle agentmelindamay-thecavalry
There are some of you who I talk to mainly OOC, and though we don’t always rp, you’ve been just as much a part of the experience, and it wouldn’t be the same without you:
And then there are three people I couldn’t have gotten through it all without…
First, squish, you’ve become a close friend of mine over the past year, and I love you, you know that: commander-maria-hill-rp
Second, Jess, you know how important your OCs are to me, I owe you a lot for everything you’ve helped me with. And without you, I wouldn’t have my very own OC ;) hawkwithoutanaim
And finally, Dean, the most amazing Clint to my Tasha, you’ve probably had the biggest influence on who she is, and how I play her. And whether we have one thread or a hundred, I know I can always bug you for more. It all started with a six word story… ‘The man who changed my life’ dontcallmelegolas
Also, a quick shout out to those who mainly rp with Rosie, I love you guys eternally too:
I was going to wait for my next milestone but I’m just not that patient. Basically I want to say thank you to everyone who has stuck around; I’m not gonna lie and say that things are looking good right now. My muse here has been somewhat dry so I’m barley around but thank you to those who have bared with me through this difficult time. I won’t bother to burden everyone with as to why because I don’t think it’s really important at this point but I think it’s been like almost two years & a half since I have been roleplaying Gale here; I’ve made some friends, met some amazing writers who make my dashboard something welcoming to come on to. Now I don’t really like ranking these kind of things in categories because I want everyone to be on an equal level. If you don’t make it on here please don’t be discouraged because I do love every one of you, it’s just I can be really forgetful with who I follow. Anyhow down below are the people I stalk, roleplay with and admire:
♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
♚:Head scratches
“Peeta, you need to go to bed,” she warned, noticing his drowsiness and the way he kept slouching down further. It would only be a matter of time before he his head which was pressing into her left breast would be down in her lap, and she still wanted to go out hunting today. Katniss was feeling far too restless not to, and having someone in her lap would mean sitting still for hours on end. The brunette wasn’t sure she could handle that right now.
Her rigid posture became increasingly stiff when the inevitable happened and the blonde was vast asleep in her lap. Looking around her house for anything that might replace her softness, she came up short when the only available pillow was lying on the other couch, too far out of her reach and she really didn’t want to disturb Peeta either. He’d been dreaming of mutts and losing her to the vicious creatures earlier and it had kept him up for the rest of the night, so she knew him to be exhausted. It would be cruel to wake him now.
Muting the TV, she put the remote down beside her and heaved a heavy sigh, but once she looked down her gaze visibly softened. He looked so peaceful now –the exact opposite from the sweaty mess he’d been during the night, when he clung to her body like a lifeline, constantly muttering about how she was still there and none of it had been real. Her hand seemed to move on its own accord, blonde locks slipping through her fingers as she absentmindedly toyed with his hair.
Even in his slumber, he always needed to be closer. Katniss was well aware of this, and so it came as no surprise when his hand patted her down only to stop once he reached her braid, his fingers closing around the end of it. A gentle smile curled up at the corners of her mouth, and it only widened when she noticed their four-year old getting on the other side of him, crawling in behind her daddy and curling up at his feet. Some of the tension left her body, too, the longer she looked at the two of them.
When Peeta’s hand moved again, she didn’t think too much of it. That is, until he got further up in her hair and started scratching her scalp. A brief chuckle escaped her then as she grabbed a hold of his wrist and lowered it to where he could hold onto her waist instead.
Resting her head back on the couch, she closed her own eyes, whispering in the dimness of the room, “Goodnight, Willow. Goodnight, my dandelion.”
“You don’t think Prim won’t notice my shoddy handiwork?” While he did the best he could from the wounds he had healed around the bakery, Peeta knew his skills were limited. He mostly only knew the uses of kitchen ingredients that could help medically like how mustard could soothe burns. He nodded anyways. He could understand not wanting to worry loved ones. He would do the same when his mother would sometimes hit him and he didn’t want his father’s sad gaze upon him.
Those memories were just reinforced with Katniss’ next words and he pressed his lips into a thin line, knowing she could. Because he would never fight back. He never did. He easily had the strength to overcome his mother but he didn’t like to hurt others. “Don’t reopen your wound,” he warned instead, quietly before looking away.
“Wouldn’t be the first time I have to hide it,” she remarked, glancing down at Peeta’s hands as he worked, as if to ensure herself it wasn’t done too badly. Not that she expected him to. Just watching those hands, slender and able, proved that he was someone who knew how to pay attention to the smaller details. Peeta was an artist, and she knew it. Katniss had hungrily stared at one too many beautifully decorated cakes not to be aware of his skills.
For a brief moment, the brunette got too mesmerized by those delicate baker’s hands and lifting her gaze didn’t help either seeing as how she lingered on his focused stare, the way his eyes shone with a sudden intensity and the set of his mouth...What was happening to her?
Regret made her stomach clench as she looked at himn her gaze this time straying purposely to the faint blue and yellow of bruises that had nearly healed. Hadn’t she witnessed him getting hit by his mother before? Then how could she hint at physically hurting him? It wasn’t even her intention. No apology came though as she merely cast her eyes down to her own scarred hands, unsure of what to say next.
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