#gloriouscresta

[voxvulgi]

List of people who owe me (part 2)

I felt like I should make this ;v; Please note that I’m not hurrying you guys. I just want to make sure you remember our threads. In case you want to drop any of them, please message me. I hate ditching threads.

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[voxvulgi]

Zero drafts :D I feel accomplished.

Like this if I owe you, though c: Oh and send me the link to the thing

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Trials of a broken a heart. || clsoed for gloriouscresta

The night's were becoming long and the days short, the winter was drawing in and for the first time ever the names would not be reaped in the following year. It was an amazing feeling, that no one else had to die for the sake of amusement...but Peeta couldn't shake the knowledge that some people had made the ultimate sacrifice for their freedom, one of the most notable among them was Finnick Odair. Peeta was very mindful of how his death would affect a lot of people...well, mainly Annie. It seemed like he was the only thing that was keeping her sanity in check. 

He was outside of her door, it was the first anniversary of Finnick's death and Peeta wanted to make sure Annie was alright. He knocked Lightly.

"Hey Annie...I brought ya some chocolate chipped cookies..."

[ialwayswasdeadanyway-blog]

ooc draft count: gloriouscresta: 1 cunningandcallous-clove: 3 belle-nixon: 1 Rp's to plot: gloriouscresta: 1 AU, 1 THG (bec I said so) ruthlessknives: 1 THG patronsreservedforhell: 1 LOTR madamegeraldinesgirls: 1 AU thediamondofdistrictone: 1 THG People to shout at bec they intimidate me: seadarlingodair Anything else????

[ialwayswasdeadanyway-blog]

Do you trust me?

Do I trust you to…

Run errands for me? [x]yes []no

Tie my shoe? [x]yes []no

Be honest about how an outfit looks on me? [x]yes []no

Help me decorate for a party? []yes [x lets face it, you’re not tall enough to decorate high things.]no

Leave spare keys with? [x]yes []no

Cover for me at work? [x]yes []no

Pet-sit for me? [x]yes []no

Babysit for me? [x]yes []no

Cook my dinner? []yes [x I cook.]no

Confide in? [x]yes []no

Move in with me? [x]yes []no

Sleep in the same bed with me? [x]yes []no

Help me conceal a crime? []yes [x you wouldn’t let me commit a crime.]no

Runaway with? [x]yes []no

Put my life in your hands? [x]yes []no

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5. Eyelid kiss.

It was dark and stormy that night. Perfect weather for the annual reminder of the second rebellion against the Capitol. The rebellion that the good guys had won. Or had it been the good guys? It was that question that would forever haunt Cato’s mind. Had they really been on the good side? After all, it was thanks to him and a couple of others that millions of children had died.

But it hadn’t just been children that had died. His steps were quiet, but not quiet enough to not alert the young woman with the baby in her arms. Annie Cresta turned around once she heard Cato, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

”You’re up late,” Cato commented, studying the quiet girl carefully. She hadn’t been doing so well lately, especially not today. She had been distant and even more quiet than usual. Which anyone could hardly blame her for. This day marked the one year death anniversary for Finnick Odair. And to this day the name still sent sparks of jealously through Cato.

As did the name Clove for Annie. Cato’s arms carefully wrapped around the young woman and child, his lips brushing her forehead. ”You miss him.” It was a soft comment, not an accusation.

”You miss her.” Annie’s reply was simple and right. He did miss Clove. She had been one amongst the young ones to die in the explosion. The explosion Cato helped set up.

Cato didn’t reply to Annie. Annie didn’t reply to Cato’s comment about Finnick. They had both lost loved ones, which is why they had sought each other out eventually. They were both tormented by grief, anger and insanity over losing their soulmates. Which was why they were so perfect for each other now.

They were silent, they didn’t need to say anything. There was nothing to be said. Instead, Cato’s arms held his two girls near, his lips dipping to kiss each closed eyelid of them. I love you. They both didn’t need to say it. But it echoed along with the thunder.

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[companyofthelost]

"You were supposed to be different."

    "I'm trying, Annie, I really am. I don't want to be like that, I'm not, you know me. C'mon, you know me, you know I'm nothing like that...it's just what they want from me...I have to."