#et--circenses

[stmoon]

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ? (katniss)

* bare bones : headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

sometimes my scars have a mind of their own. a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

district twelve wasn't gentle, not for most, and certainly not for a girl from the seam. the woods weren't cruel, nor were they kind, they were just ( as many parts of nature ) complicated. like the way her mother's hand could mend and stitch yet katniss couldn't tell you what they felt like. touch was as important a sense as any when it came to hunting, the feel of the fletching on her cheek or the grip between her fingers. but some touches meant more than others. words exchanged without speaking. affirmation, reassurance. a salient reminder that he was there. real. instinct's a hard beast to break, and she's been a caged creature most her life. just like love, she could learn to touch, and be touched, without fear.

[stmoon]

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ? (katniss)

* bare bones : headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

sometimes i think i won't ever feel safe until i can count my last days on one hand. how do you keep safe when your whole day is wide and empty as the sky? i'm tired of dying.

old habits die hard. something about not being able to teach an old dog new tricks, but what about unlearning old ones? katniss had never been good with change, even before the games blew up her life. now that they don't exist, it's hard to live like they aren't looming around the corner. a shadow, like a monster under the bed. she knows better, logically. when her mind's in the right place. she doesn't need to check over her shoulder. the sound is the wind, not a whip from a peacekeeper. roses were just silly flowers, like ... rue or primrose. she still hunted, but it wasn't out of desperation, and she still used every bit of the creature and she still hoarded for long winters, even though they didn't need it. they didn't need for much, but she spent her life needing so it wasn't something so easily forgotten. the summer still carried the weight of heaviness, thick and ugly in the air amongst the morning dew and late day humidity, and even though the games were long gone, the fear still settled. it was etched into her bones, deep in the marrow, and maybe one day when she woke up she wouldn't be dying all over again.

[wondersfull]

when was the last time i saw you? (madge or peeta, for delly)

"a long time ago. too long ago, i guess." truthfully, delly can't remember the last time she saw peeta so up close either. she'd gone by their bakery a number of times in the past three years, but he was never there. gone for the games, gone for the victory tour, and then gone for the games again in a sick twist of fate. so delly thinks the last time must have been the seventy-fourth reaping; that wasn't a memory she wanted him to think of at the moment, though. "i don't think i've really changed much, anyway. just the same old delly."

a lie, and one that peeta might argue against if he could remember what she looked like three years ago, but she wasn't sent there to talk about herself. "it's good to see you, peeta." and she smiles, in spite of everything. "i'm glad you're here."

pre-established connections and creating history. accepting !

[stmoon]

i think i know your schedule better than mine at this point. (cinna, for katniss)

the assertion was something of a comfort, one of the few she had. something she could cling to when the rest of the world felt so out of control. cinna was strong, steadfast and dependable. even though she could never guess his next move, she trusted him. more than she even trusted herself. katniss smiled, the slight and wry sort that barely reached her eyes, but a smile nonetheless. "do you hate it?" she wouldn't blame him if he did. being at the whim of others instead of his own volition.

[stmoon]

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them (madge or peeta, for katniss)

she pulled away, dropping the fabric of his shirt as if she'd been burned. her features seared, warm and pink, and she ducked her head to try to hide the shame the colored her. when she finally gathered her wits about her, the adrenaline fading from her limbs as her heartbeat slowed to a normal rhythm, she realized it was only the cat. angry and mean and looking as annoyed as ever. katniss shot buttercup a withering look, doing her best to ignore the sparks that clouded her mind. there weren't any cameras on, no onlookers or people to perform for. the thought made her head spin more than the look in his striking blue gaze.

[stmoon]

i told the truth. just not all of it. (boggs or paylor, for katniss)

the pain wasn't sharp, not anymore. it was dull, aching. like a sore tooth that rotted at the core, not withered enough to be pulled yet or twisting an ankle on some gnarled root but still managing to hobble home after. she knew that they were liars, every last one of them. seemed like that's what this world built. liars, schemers, and monsters. and she included herself, as the latter. she wasn't sure what hurt worse, though. being lied to be someone she trusted, or being naive enough to trust someone in the first place. grey gaze bore into him, through him. piercing, like an arrowhead. "that's worse."

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@et--circenses asked: Why are you looking at me like that? (annie, for drove or fila)

"I'm sorry."

Truly, he hadn't meant to stare. This is his first year getting to see all of this from a different side of the table, and for a freshly turned fourteen year old, it's a lot to take in, particularly given that this year it comes without the fear of being thrown into an arena to fight to the death. Granted, it's not all that much better, because instead he has to watch close hand as other kids fight to the death. It feels odd, because both district three tributes are older than him, but they still seem to look at him like he might be some key to survival, and Fila doesn't know how to admit that he has no idea how to help.

"I'm...a little out of my depth," he admits softly, fidgeting a little.

[tailtucked]

@et--circenses asked: “she wasn’t a pretty girl. well, she was a pretty girl but there was so much more to her.” (peeta)

she was trying not to be so obvious in the grin growing on her face as he tried to explain himself. though prim knew exactly what he was saying. "usually there is." she was looking down at the herbs she was sorting for a second before looking back up. "what else is there? that you like, i mean."