#honey128

[notverybrighton]

The half-stadium was hot as hell. The sun was bright and there wasn’t a cloud. Heat rolled off the marble and Wren worried her shitty shoes were going to melt. But she’d run into Thea before she’d gotten a chance to check this place out yesterday, and she was sure there was something here worth finding, whether it was a vantage point, a hiding spot, or an actual fucking thing, like a weapon or some shit. 

She started by looking in the building. Through the windows first, because she wasn’t fucking stupid, and then she stepped inside when she saw there was no one there. There wasn’t much. The tables had a bunch of sticky-looking stuff, some stuff that looked like soap, and a few bottles of what definitely wasn’t water. They smelled nasty. Wren picked up a weird needle crusted with something black and rubbed it between her finger and her thumb - they came back stained with some pigment, like...fucking mascara? Makeup. This was makeup. Fat load of good that was going to do to help her. Wren sighed, and headed back into the sun.

She stepped up onto the stage, and tried to figure out her next move despite the fucking searing heat. She was about to give up when from the corner of her eye she realized she wasn’t alone. Someone was coming right toward her.

@honeybellerose​

[amaranthe-good]

@honeybellerose​

It wasn’t as though Ama hadn’t seen people she knew be sent to their deaths. That everyone would die, and, for those she cared about, likely at the hands of the Capitol, was a fact of life that one relearnt over and over again. Ama and the other avoxes didn’t have the luxury of believing in time. Connections mattered because they were real, they were strong and true, not because those ties remained bound forever. People were temporary. 

Honey Bellerose was temporary.

The problem was that usually, Ama didn’t get advanced notice. Sudden disappearances took a day or two to be fully understood, and by then the other person was already dead. With Honey Bellerose, she had advanced notice.

Honey Bellerose still had a fighting chance.

Ama stepped forward into Honey’s eyeline. It was small enough of a thing not to be seen as out of place by anyone else, but large enough that hopefully, Honey would see her, would know that she was here, too. There were a lot of people in her corner.