#drunkendeanreeves

[tomorrowwillcome]

She had managed to get free on seer dumb luck. Pretending to sleep and striking out at a doctor just as they were about to dose her again, causing the doctor to accidentally inject themselves with the morphling. There was a crack in her cast from the blow, and she moved as fast as she could with a healing ankle. She hissed in pain as she ran from her room to a hallway, her eyes scanning as she hobbled. 

Then there is was, a room with the other victors. Peeta, Annie, Johanna, and... Dean. Her heart sank and she slipped into the room. She looked at all of them, they were in various stages of the same state she had been in. Even screaming. Though, she looked around the room, she approached Dean. “Dean? It’s me...” Her voice was soft. 

[snowfalldownthemountainside-blog]

Snow sat back into his red velvet armchair--well placed in his rather luxurious living parlor--after making a phone call. He took a sip of some energy renewing tea. By the looks of what was going on on his TV screen, he might need to switch to some calming tea. There were signs of...he dare not speak the word, or even think of. There were unusual alliances between the victors. An extremely popular, known career leaving the career pack? The so-called genius of District 3 showing affectionate feelings for more than technology? Everything was...odd. But he had faith in his Game-makers, not like last year. That was his mistake. He wasn’t involved enough last year. This year, he was. Soon two small capsules should fall out of the sky and into the hands of two certain victors. Inside the capsules, a strand of dark hair from a small child. Some might say that such a move was risky, insane even. But Snow has confidence. The Capitol would see it as some eccentric fan wanting to be touched by their favorite victor, or perhaps it’s a sentimental family member or friend sending a bit of them as a reminder, to be with them as they passed, or to give them motivation to win. No one would think the president would be so stupid as to pull such a stunt on national, live television. Now just to await the procuring reactions.

[tomorrowwillcome]

Domani had managed to pick up a machete along the way, it had been left by the body of fallen victor. She only knew this due to the blood that had dried by the time she found it. She didn’t want to know who had died but she was sure to grab the weapon and keep running. With her backpack still bouncing on her back, she hadn’t managed to find a suitable spot to camp yet. There was no where that felt like it could provide adequate coverage or a good layout to place snares. She stopped for a moment at the edge of a clearing, she could hear heaving breathing of someone running, as well as their footsteps. Her grip on the blade hilt tightened. And she ran toward the sound, not knowing who it would be or how they were armed but she intersected their path and collided with the person, as she fell to the ground, she held the blade up in defense already as she prepared for a fight.

That is until she got her bearings and realized whom she had found. “Dean...” the name slipped off her tongue so softly, mostly because she was amazed to find him still alive. Lowering her weapon, she pushed herself to her feet and hugged him tightly. “Oh my god, I thought I was never going to find you.”

[tomorrowwillcome]

@drunkendeanreeves

Returning from Snow’s party, Domani felt a certain emptiness inside her. It was too warm to be Christmas, she wasn’t with her brothers or her mother. And that suite in the Capitol felt simply empty. Slipping out of her dress, she remembered one thing that made her smile, and retrieved a little cardboard box with a red bow on it. It was a gift she’d picked up for Dean, nothing major, a silver and gold flask that had his name engraved in it. Though she hated drinking, she knew he used it to cope. Pulling on her robe, she hesitantly walked down the hall to his room, looking at his door for a moment, she decided not to knock, and simply left the present there before slowly retreating to her room.

[capitolpersona]

@drunkendeanreeves

“So, Dean it has been many, many years since we have had you on this stage, in front of all of Panem. Last we heard, you were going to be a father, and even that was what? 5? 6? Years ago. How have you been?”

[tomorrowwillcome]

Lounging on a sofa on the train. Demi’s eyes gazed at the lands flying past them outside the train. She hadn’t said a word since their names were announced, she didn’t know what to say. Hearing footsteps in the same room, her head turned to fall on Dean, finally taking a gulp, she spoke. “I don’t want to die, Dean.”