* .℧ ﹠ M. DONNER , TALKING TO HIM, is like talking to the wall sometimes ... if the wall had two lips, a spitfire tongue, & a whole lot of time on its hands. she doesn't know where he drew such a conclusion from or why he's intent on believing she'd ever have to question that of him. they were both out there with the smell of ash and blood in their noses. the haunt of death behind every tree. the nightmares plaguing what little slept they granted themselves. even now, when maysilee closes her eyes, she swears she still sees the same images. it never really goes away. the rage still knocks on her bones like old wooden floors under heavy feet. she shoves the knuckle of her index finger into her eye, WIPING HARDER THAN SHE SHOULD AGAINST THE TIRED THAT LIVES THERE. it's perpetual, never ending. a long night stuck right in the corner. she thinks that instead of arguing with him ... she should try sleeping— but maysilee's never been any good at leaving haymitch. after all, if they won't put up with each other: who else will? and he isn't the only one out of the pair who aims for the jugular. she certainly hasn't gotten any kinder with age.
❝ if i thought that, i wouldn't also think you deserved to be a victor. ❞ it's matter-of-fact. no room for misconception or argument, THOUGH SHE'S SURE HE WILL FIND FIND A REASON FOR THE LATTER REGARDLESS. she swipes an empty bottle into the garbage can before finding the seat opposite him. concern sits in the blue of her eyes. it will always be like this, SHE THINKS; him and her and an age-old ache. ❝ i know you tried. i know what you suffered for trying too. i know it all, haymitch. so, what now? it's getting late, but i can do this all night. you know i can. ❞
HAYMITCH ABERNATHY , "you think i didn’t try everything to get back to my family?" ﹠RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS ... @lovetold.
