#andpale

[koimeteryon]

@andpale ♡'d

❛      can i walk you home ?     ❜

❛      -- dangerous people around.     ❜

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@andpale

The 73rd Hunger Games. Drove feels sick. Though he'd known that his odds weren't good going in, his name in the reaping bowl thirty six times at the age of fifteen, hearing his name called out across the square had made his heart drop into the pit of the stomach. Faces turning to look at his, the twins gripping each other as he'd limped past them, little Maeve's crying even before he'd reached the stage. He'd clung to them all for as long as was allowed in the hall of justice before they'd been pulled away. Numb as he lets himself be ushered towards the train.

He's never going to see them again.

His fellow tribute, an eighteen year old named Agnes that he recognises from the slaughterhouse, is silent as they sit in the carriage, neither of them capable of conversation. When the door to the compartment opens, he looks up slowly. Farrow is there, as he'd expected, but of their mentors, she's the only district ten victor. It's common knowledge to most in ten that their other two victors are not in the best of health, but he'd still expected to see Warren here. Instead the second person is someone he vaguely recognises from several games ago. District four, he thinks, though he's not entirely sure. What on earth is she doing here?

[bakerslament]

❛ You must never ask me that. ❜

“Oh? Come now, here I was thinking we was friends." The word felt sour on her tongue, a venomous fire lit from within. Friendship had never suited Nell, even in her youth, even when she'd been desperate to make it work for her. And after so many failures, so many betrayals and back stabbings, she had little interest in making true friends with someone like Johanna. Yet, she managed to wear a flimsy smile, one practiced and perfected from years in customer service. "Friends don’t keep secrets from one another now do they, love? Tell you what: I'll tell you a secret of mine, in exchange for one of yours? How's that sound?"

[gridbest]

@andpale said a kiss to seal a promise that you just made. / arthur

Arthur doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy in his life. He’s a little upset that he couldn’t give Johanna a big wedding, but he’s never really liked big weddings anyway, and this is better. There aren’t a lot of people here—Arthur’s parents, his sister and her boyfriend, some other people he doesn’t know—but it’s nice. He kisses Johanna the second he’s told to. He can’t stop smiling. “We’re married.” He never thought he’d ever get married, but here he is: doing exactly that. “You’re my wife.” He kisses her again, just a quick peck on the mouth. “I love you.”

[freakadot]

@andpale, “it’s nothing.” hand flies to her own cheek faster than a fly to a sugar. the dots are back. growing, steadily, with their hot wrath beneath her skin. it’s embarrassing — and her hand is not enough to conceal it. both cheeks, her forehead, they too are glowing and inflamed. nothing, and she means nothing, makes elora want to hide forever more. “it’ll go away on its own. it’s fine.”

[gridbest]

@andpale said a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras. / okay hear me out: art and johanna

Art hates the Capitol. He’s hated it since he won his games and he’ll hate it until after he’s dead, if such a thing is even possible. He hates it for many reasons, but one of them is the fact that he can’t even kiss his fiancé without the entirety of Panem knowing about it. It’s why he’d found this alcove for them. He knows all the good hiding places, and he’s never been grateful for that until now. No one can see them here unless they’re really looking, and no one is. He kisses Johanna softly. “I hate this.” She knows he does, but he still says it. “I wish we could go home.”

[gridbest]

@andpale said i think i deserve the truth. / riff

He stares at her. There isn’t anywhere he can run to—he’d only woken up a few hours ago and his stitches still hurt like hell—but he’s tempted to try anyway. He doesn’t. Instead, he gets out of bed and grabs his pants. He takes his lighter and a cigarette out and gets back in bed. “Right.” He lights the cigarette and takes a drag, staring at Johanna as he blows the smoke out. “Now you wanna hear it.” He gestures at his bare chest. “What’s it look like, blondie? I got stabbed.”

[gridbest]

@andpale liked for a starter

Riff isn’t entirely sure what time it is. He’s been lying here for what feels like forever. He turns a little to look at Johanna. “Rumble's tomorrow night.” He’d debated whether or not he should tell her all the way back from the dance. He didn’t want to tell her, mostly because he didn’t want her to worry, but he figured she should know. “I ain’t gonna back out. So don’t ask me to.” He can’t back out. The guys are counting on him, and Riff refuses to let them down.