unanchored;

  conceal it, don't feel it. I'm Marvel Vanderbilt, eighteen year old former citizen of District One. I was a Tribute in the 75th Annual Hunger Games and I escaped the Arena and became a Rebel. I'm a dad to a four month old little girl named Amethyst. Apparently I died, but I can't remember a damn thing. All I know is I'm here and I'm pasty as hell, but.. Alive is alive, right? Plus, now I'm pissed. And that bitch is gonna pay.

[inrationabilis]

Relax, darling. And make yourself useful if you’re so tired of waiting around. 

[marvelvanderbilt]

I've been training literally nonstop. So, I'm not just 'waiting around', but thanks for the advice. 

[affectueuse1]

Amethyst.

[marvelvanderbilt]

 [ He nodded, pausing before speaking again. ]

           .. How was she? Last time you saw her?

[marvelvanderbilt]

Can't Take the Waiting | District Fourteen | Marvel

[tcgluxthelostgirl-archive]

What else can we do, Marvel? W-we don’t have a plan… W-we know where the others are - b-but w-we don’t know how to get them…

[marvelvanderbilt]

I'm not trying to complain, Lux. I understand, but I can't take this.. Every minute of every day, you know? I'm her father, I'm supposed to- to be able to protect her.. no matter what. And I can't do that..

[puervenatus]

Pretty sure everyone feels the exact same way, bud.

[marvelvanderbilt]

The exact same way? I don't fucking think so. I--.. They have my kid. And I can't even fucking sleep to get away from thinking about it. I'm going crazy.. 

[rumpiturjohanna]

Marvy! Haven’t seen you at training sessions lately! Get your ass into gear, we need to work on our musical too!

[marvelvanderbilt]

Hey Jo. Wait, what? I'm honestly always down there, I have nothing else to do. I don't know how good I'll be with the musical right now, but I could always use a distraction, so sounds like a plan to me.

[argentixsagitta]

[marvelvanderbilt]

.. Why are you looking at me like that?

[affectueuse1]

..Who do you have in there?

[marvelvanderbilt]

Lots of friends. My daughter. She's just a baby..

[marvelvanderbilt]

Can't fucking take this sitting around and waiting. I'm gonna lose it sooner than later. 

[ofdvwns]

She nodded as she waited for his answer. His sudden interest at anywhere but her alluded to the fact that something was wrong. Licking her lips, she gave a small hum. For once, she wasn’t sure what to say that would soothe his troubles. “I doubt it’s your fault,” she said. “A relationship is a two-person job; if you’re saying you’re at fault, well, she’s most likely at fault too.” 

Huffing, she brushed at her hair again. “Why thank you.” Faith. Perhaps that was what everyone needed. “Is it easy, for you, this time around?” She looked to him, tilting her head. She didn’t feel like bringing up the past, but it was unusual for her to hear optimism from him like this. 

She was about to retort that she only wanted judgment on how she was holding the knife, but she bit her lip to keep quiet. Doing as he instructed, she adjusted herself, comfortable with how she placed herself until she felt pressure on her waist. She cursed the flush that crawled up her neck. “Right. Okay.” She eyed the target, forcing herself to ignore her surroundings. “Think I’m ready?”

[marvelvanderbilt]

At her answer, he finally let his gaze shift back to her. Though he was listening, it was still difficult for him to believe that the blame could be shared. “It is and.. maybe you’re right,” he shrugged, wetting his lips for a moment. “But it’s just easier to say that it’s my fault and.. you know, it probably is. I must have fucked something up,” a huff of air passed through his lips. “I’m really good at that; screwing everything up.”

“Welcome,” he responded, lacing his fingers together to allow his knuckles to crack while he mused over her question. It was simple, but complicated and he wasn’t sure there was a right answer. “No,” he decided after a moment of silence. “I don’t think it gets easier, you just get used to it,” he looked down. “Plus, I just.. have to keep fighting. I have a lot more responsibilities now, I guess. I have to do what I can to make sure I’m around to take care of them.”

His eyes locked on the slight rosy hue that crept up her neck and despite himself, he found a small smile tugging at his lips. After a few moments, he pulled his hand away and was sure she was grateful for it. “I think you’re good to go, yeah,” he said, pausing for just a moment. “Swing your arm forward when you throw, put all of your weight on your front foot during the follow through. When you release, snap your fingers back together and don’t stop the swing,” he explained, knowing that she was more than capable of handling quick instruction. Stepping away, he smiled. “Have at it.”

[indicolite-deactivated20180819]

Visit Original Link

[marvelvanderbilt]

Oh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes. Come on and come to me now. Don't be ashamed to cry, let me see you through. 'Cause I've seen the dark side too.

When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do. Nothing you confess, could make me love you less. I'll stand by you.

So, if you're mad, get mad. Don't hold it all inside. Come on and talk to me now.

Hey, what you got to hide? I get angry too, well, I'm a lot like you.

When you're standing at the crossroads and don't know which path to choose; Let me come along Because even if you're wrong, I'll stand by you.

Won't let nobody hurt you. I'll stand by you.

[marvelvanderbilt]

|| past

[strongerthanloss]

I’m not very good at that.

[marvelvanderbilt]

I was just kidding, anyway. I'm not so pretty. I've accepted my fate. 

[ofdvwns]

Tilting her head, she slowly answered, “Not necessarily.” She judged whether to push, and her curiosity got the better of her. “What’s up?”

Nodding, she gave a short sigh. “They will be.” But she wasn’t sure of her words. Pursing her lips, she offered another smile, focusing on the latter subject. “They do. Attitude is important; the better it is, the better things will end up.” And this time, it would. It would, it would, it would, if she had anything to do about it.

Her brows knitted together, lips pursing in thought. She placed one knife to the side, and adjusted her hold on the hilt. She walked to the target range. “This the right way to hold it, yes?” Holding up her hand, she pressed her lips together as she hoped she was correct.

[marvelvanderbilt]

“Yeah?” he asked, wetting his lips for a moment as he let his gaze avert from Hermione. The walls of the meager training center suddenly interesting. At her question, he gave a shrug. “We just.. haven’t really been talking.. at all. Things are weird,” he blew some air from between his lips. “I’m sure it’s my fault, but .. I dunno.”

“I have faith that you’re right,” he nodded a little, trying to be optimistic about the entire thing despite the guilt that nagged at him. His fingers wrung together in front of him, slightly nervous, but mostly in an attempt to distract from any negativity that could have slipped from his mouth. “That’s what I’ve heard, so I’m going to keep thinking everything will be great. It’s.. easier, anyway.”

Marvel watched her, shifting his weight to allow his feet to carry him to where she stood. Slowly, he inspected her posture. “Here,” he said, wrapping his fingers around her own which rested on the knife and pulled her arm back slightly. “Put your left foot in front of your right and bend your knees. Weight on the ball of your foot,” he explained, hesitating for a moment before putting a hand on her waist to help her achieve the correct balance.

[marvelvanderbilt]

|| past

[strongerthanloss]

That’s probably true.

[marvelvanderbilt]

Oh come on, Cinderella. That was the part where you were supposed to reassure me that I'm beautiful in my own way. 

[dusty--angel]

Send me a "(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)" and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Hair: Irresistible Longing

Forehead: Blessing/Friendship

Eyelid: Adoration

Ear: Temptation

The Bridge of Nose: Treasuring

Cheek: Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction

Lips: Love

Throat: Desire

Nape: Deep Attachment

Back: Confirmation

Chest: Possession

Arm: Affection/Adoration

Wrist: Desire/Lust

Back of Hand: Respect/Love

Palm of Hand: Begging/Entreaty

Fingertip: Praise/Admiration

Tummy: You-will-always-come-back-to-me

Waist: Binding

Thigh: Control

Leg: Obediance

Instep: Subordination

Tip of the Toe: Worship/Idolize

((meme inspired by this))

[marvelvanderbilt]

"frickle frackle" -- I JUST WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS

Sleepy eyelids blinked slowly open, surprise registering across his face at the sight before him. Even more, he had to take a moment to fully believe that she had said what his befuddled mind had heard. 

"Are you--.. You're fucking with me, right?" he asked, his heart somehow skipping at the prospect, a part of him hoping that it wasn't a joke.

His eyes scanned around the room, a sharp intake of oxygen going into his lungs. Guilt, all he felt was guilt and a longing stirring inside of him.

"'M-Mione..You have no idea how badly I want to say yes.."

[marvelvanderbilt]

¤ (I just want to know ahhhh)

Shock. That was the first thing that registered in Marvel’s mind as Hermione stood on her toes to press her lips to his. It was a split second of recognition that allowed him to unthinkingly let his arms wind around her waist. It felt natural, right; though he knew it was something forbidden. 

Maybe he didn’t care.

For longer than he should have allowed, he was lost in her. It all disappeared; the feeling of loss, the despair and worry and fear that ate away at his every waking moment. Instead, it was replaced with a familiar warmness that rested inside of his chest, lips quirking up at their corners against her own.

Still, it was all too short lived. As they parted, he stared at her, wide-eyed, for just a moment.

"I— I don’t know if we should have done that."

But I didn’t realize how much I wanted it. 

[hiccup-theuseless-archive]

Send me "frickle frackle" and my muse will give a reaction to your muse inviting him/her to bed.