#ehvermore

[fenixburned]

@ehvermore gets a starter from Haymitch!

He's turned off the tv after the announcement and the house has fallen silent in the aftermath. The tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors. A part of him has always expected that Snow would eventually find a way to get rid of them and the threat they pose, still the full gravity of it all hits hard. The thought of going back there, fighting people he's known for years, makes Haymitch's stomach rebel in a way it hasn't in a long time. But watching Peeta and Katniss in there again would be so much worse.

He gets up, grabbing a random bottle from the table. Anything to drown out his head, to drown out reality. Before Haymitch has managed more than a few comforting sips, he hears the door open and recognizes the steps, before Peeta has even entered the room.

"I guess I should've know you'd barge in here before I'm even remotely drunk enough for this conversation."

[wyrdhearth]

@ehvermore : ❝ you can be rough. I can take it. ❞ nikolai lantsov ➵ lira.

everything about lira makes her a predator: he knows it, and so does she. it is evident in the points of her sharp, vicious nails, and in the points of her sharp, vicious fangs, and most dangerously, her voice –– which, at the height of lira's power, can command even the sanest of men to meet his end at the bottom of the sea. she is a huntress, and he, her prey. that is how this works. how it should work.

❝ you believe you can take it. that is not enough to make it true. ❞ her mismatched eyes shimmer with something close to desire, but isn't, though desire is there too. her brow furrows with a frustration that has entirely to do with the heart within nikolai's chest –– a heart that, by all rights, should be buried beneath the sand.

he wants her, she thinks, to be rough. to make him bleed. to scar and bruise and mark him. it is what he expects of her. maybe he remembers the violence of her blood-red lips and her siren song. but without a tail and without her magic, stripped bare, lira is not nearly as dangerous. more girl than monster, though she could be both ––could be the latter if he asks her so nicely...

but if violence is what he desires, she will not give it to him so easily. when lira touches her mouth to his, it is with a gentility that aches, and there is brutality in that too.

SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS : accepting.

[wyrdhearth]

@ehvermore : ❝ god, you have no idea what you do to me. ❞ valentina ➵ george.

❝ I think I have some idea, ❞ valentina said, in that rather dry tone of hers, shifting purposefully on top of him as if she needed to remind them both of what was... er, pressing up against her. she had to pause kissing him to reply, of course, which was actually very annoying because as it was turning out, she was highly invested in kissing george. she'd grown to like it quite a bit –– between the taste of him as his lips yielded to hers and the sounds he made when she inevitably strayed from his mouth to his neck, it was all very much... addictive. she understood, at last, her generation's obsession with kissing, with love, with finding a boy whose lap you could sit on and whose jumpers you could wear, the sleeves rolling over your fingers just so –– she understood it all now that it was happening to her.

anyway, george was, frustratingly, trying to talk to her while they kissed, and it was even more frustratingly something she'd grown to love about him. she wanted to laugh too, because she was pretty sure this was his attempt at dirty talk. or something like it. valentina felt the urge to tell him that he didn't need all that when sometimes, just hearing his voice was enough to make her want to tear his clothes off. she decided not to say that though, because he would no doubt never let her forget it.

instead, valentina leaned in and kissed him again, tugging george close by his hair. she pressed her face then to his sweater, and breathed in his scent like it was fresh, clean air. ❝ I've changed my mind. why don't you tell me all about it. ❞

SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS : accepting.