#ft. robyn

[favathornewood]

@ovcrlookcd​​

WHEN: An Hour or So Post-Bloodbath

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Her feet lead her to Robyn before she’s able to figure out where she’s going. They go through the motions with ease. She slides into their arms and squeezes as tight as she can, knowing that nothing can ease the anxiety felt during the Games.

“They got out,” she assures them as she pulls back to encourage eye contact. “That’s the only important thing right now. They got out.”

Her voice feels a thousand miles away as if the words aren’t rolling off of her tongue. Her ears are still ringing. She swore they hummed for days after her own Games. In this instance — this one, small thing — she’s glad that Wren can’t hear. She’ll be spared from the screams, the cannons, whatever creatures they decide to unleash on the Tributes.

On the other hand, she feels terrible for her sister’s naturally enhanced sense of smell. Blood is thick and rich. It stays in your chest for too long.

[favathornewood]

@othcrhalf​​

WHEN: Early Afternoon WHERE: Various (Walking)

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Wren wanted to talk to Hudson. Alone.

Fava tried to not be hurt by her request, but it left an ache in her chest when the door closed with her on the other side of it.

Regardless of how she felt, she knew it was better to leave the suite than wait for their conversation to be done. She trusted Hudson as much as she trusted Wren, so it’s important not to take it personally. She’s just scared. That has to be it. Hudson’s ability to center someone is unmatched. Wren just needs a little bit of that calming energy.

She headed to Four on a mission to occupy Robyn’s time. It’s been a couple of days since they last spoke and a lot has happened since then. Especially since they’re running out of time; The Games are only a blink away.

Fava arrives unannounced and unexpected. She knocks on the door, intentionally hard. She can feel a shock shoot from her wrist from hitting her knuckles the wrong way. She rubs at it while asking for Robyn with the best smile she can manage. Which isn’t much. There isn’t really anything to smile about.

When they finally arrive in front of her, she drops her arms to her side. “Do you want to take a walk with me? I could use the fresh air.” There’s a beat before her confession. “And some company.”

[favathornewood]

Late in the Party (@othcrhalf​)

She’s been keeping an eye on Robyn like some sort of stalker waiting for a “chance” interaction. They keep themselves busy, floating in and out of conversations like they were born to do this. In some ways they were; twins were rare and they were trained to be in the public eye.

She can’t imagine what they’ve gone through. The thought of losing Wren alone was enough for Fava to take action, but Robyn already lost Harborn once and now they’re on track to lose them again. She wishes she could offer some sort of miracle resolution to all of the pain and uncertainty. She wishes there was something she could do other than exchange whispers in back stairways and rooftops, but she has to start somewhere and words have more weight than one realizes.

Fava makes sure to take note of who Robyn has lingered around in an attempt to draw comparisons between their friends. They made eye contact at several points throughout the gathering, but she didn’t act on the opportunity to speak with them. No, the timing didn’t feel right and she had obligations of her own to consider.

It’s late when she finally allows herself to be an interruption. She steals them away from a stylist with big eyes and a confectionary tone. Her face immediately drops when snakes her arms around them and turns around. Robyn is trustworthy. They can handle the real Fava. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” It is meant to be a tease, but it sounds more accusatory than she would have liked. “Sorry — I’m a bit on edge. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.”

She’s been doing that a lot lately. Apologizing. She wonders if that will ever stop.

[pesikoshka]

ya boi is KITACON BOUND almost

[isxbellab-blog]

WhatsApp → Robyn 🦇

Izzy: Cómo está mi esposa favorita?

Izzy: Aún tengo que devolverte el pintalabios que me dejaste

Izzy: La cita con Eleazar fue de todo menos una cita hahahaha

[ofcarmens]

✌❤⚠✴

✌ - Drunk/drugged text

[text]: heyyyyyy robbyyy[text]: i know i have said a lot of maen shiz inth e past[text]: but i wanted to le tyou no[text]: i meant all off it

❤ - A heartfelt text

[text]: I know this is completely out of character and I definitely wouldn’t say it to your face, but I actually care about it. I know, gross. But you’re family and I can’t ignore that. and, soon, you’re going to become my sister and we need to somehow squash whatever it is going on between us. so in the name of kappa and all things good, i want us to be… not enemies.

⚠ - An emergency text

[text]: oh my goodness!![text]: the kappa house is on fire!!!!!![text]: lmao just kidding haha

✴ - An angry text

[text]: You know what, Robyn?? Fuck you!! I’m sick and tired of your bullshit “omggg no im not trying to take over your life” well I don’t believe that anymore and I hope you know that I will make it my life goal to find a loophole in Dean Miller’s new rule and somehow make sure you’re not able to pledge kappa. Okay, that’s it. Have a nice day!