#lullabyheld

[roseguidedarc]

@lullabyheld​  CONTINUED  from here !

        𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒  is still glad she has peeta.   looking back on everything with the vision of knowing the outcome katniss can confidently say that it was always going to be peeta.   she thought, fleeting, that maybe gale was someone she should love—yet deep inside katniss knew gale could never give her what peeta does !   peeta is warmth, love, calmness,  &&  most importantly peeta brings the girl on fire, only a name in the history books now, a sense of   𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮   she never had prior.   (   every day she worried about keeping them alive, about taking care of the family because her mother couldn’t.   she was always worrier, always stressed,  &&  then she got reaped into the games.   her uneasy mind, always in survival mode, only worsened when the idea of winning came to mind. katnjss never considered herself, always others  !   )     ;       the click of their bedroom door makes her turn her head slightly on the side with  working ear.   arms rest at her sides, voice only confirming to be peeta.    eyes focus outside to the dim, almost yellowing hue, outdoors  &&  their reflection in glass window. a low chuckle releases from her chest, hands coming to take peeta’s hands to more wrap arms around her.   katniss always felt more   𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙴   with his arms around her.  ❝  I’ve been up since about four this morning, couldn’t sleep.   but, I managed to find some decent game to bring into town. ❞   the brush of his nose, to kiss to her pulse point, makes mockingjay close her eyes  &&  breath out a little hum of content. body had relaxed, leaning more backward into peeta with head rested on his shoulders.  ❝  I did actually,  ❞  she’ll say still in the same position until he releases her much to katniss’s dismay,  ❝  i left em downstairs for you, did you miss them ?  I can come help you, if you want.  ❞   she smiles, wide  &&  happy.

[nm-moved]

        “will you stop trying to look at my texts?”  she’s   holding her phone close and tightly enough to her chest that, should he try to peek any further, she might have to resort to shoving it into her shirt.  “if you insist on this prying, i’ll have hyacinth learn how to hack into your phone — and don’t doubt for a second that she wouldn’t be able to do it.”  of course, that could lead to their youngest sibling eventually hacking into everyone’s phones, but eloise would set some ground rules.  hyacinth usually listened to her, anyway.  usually.

@lullabyheld​ - for benedict​ !     modern au starter call.

[nonormality]

a starter for @lullabyheld​ ( anders ) !

❝  YOU’RE  A  SURPRISINGLY  HARD  MAN  TO  TRACK  DOWN.  ❞    an  observation,  not  an  accusation;  words  flowing  from  between  her  lips  laced  with  gentleness.  eyes  study  her  old  friend’s  form,  as  well  as  take  in  every  detail  of  their  surroundings.  he  seems  to  be  alright,  but  then  again,  mind  control  &  the  calling  did  not  always  show  external  signs  until  it  was  too  late.

HER  EXPRESSION  SOFTENS  THEN;  a  look  of  worry  finding  its  place  in  her  eyes.    ❝  how  are  you  feeling  ?  ❞    heartbeat  quickens  inside  her  chest.  she  may  not  know  what  is  going  on  with  the  order,  but  if  her  friend  is  not  negatively  affected,  then  she  can  endure  it.

[petrovafired]

❛    —  so,  you  decided  to  work  in  a  hospital  and  surround  yourself  with  living  blood  bags.  wow,  you  really  live  that  masochistic  lifestyle,  don’t  you?    ❜

@lullabyheld  gets  a  one - liner  [carlisle]  🍒

[greatpromise]

𝖠𝖥𝖳𝖤𝖱    𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳    𝖥𝖤𝖫𝖳    𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤    𝖧𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲    ,    and    literally    was    hours    ,    gwen    was    free    from    howard’s    tests    for    the    day...        or    until    he    decided    he    needs    her    back.        she    was    basically    tied    to    him    until    they    figure    out    how    to    get    her    to    the    future    ,    but    for    now    she    gets    to    explore    this    time    just    a    bit.        her    only    instructions    remained    to    not    tell    steve    about    the    future    if    she    ran    into    him    and    to    not    reveal    any    sort    of    information    that    could    alter    the    time    line.        seemed    reasonable    enough    ,    what    were    the    odds    of    running    into    @lullabyheld​    anyway    ?    and    just    as    the    thought    crosses    her    mind    ,    light    blue    hues    lock    on    to    the    familiar    face.        did    she    approach    ?    probably    not.        what    reason    would    she    have    for    that.        she    is    just    the    strange    looking    blonde    girl    ,    she    doesn’t    mean    anything    to    him.

gwen    held    her    gaze    a    little    too    long    and    the    two    made    eye    contact.        well    .    .    .        now    she    felt    the    need    to    approach    ,    he    did    catch    her    staring    after    all.        she    could    play    it    off.        moving    across    the    room    over    to    him    she    give    a    warm    smile.        ❝    steve    rogers    ?    ❞        said    in    a    slightly    questioning    tone    as    to    seem    believable.        ❝    howard    stark    just    told    me    so    much    about    you    ,    it    would    seem    rude    to    not    introduce    myself.        i    am    gwen    stacy    ,    howard’s    next    big    research    subject.    ❞        vague    enough    ,    yet    still    true.

[vallydolls]

BITES   AT   HER   LOWER   LIP   ,      GLANCING   TO   HER   GRANDFATHER  ;      ❝     @lullabyheld​   ,      why   don’t   i   ever   get   sick   ?       ❞      doe   eyes   are   wide   in   her   curiosity   ,      a   hint   of   seriousness   in   her   question   .      she   knows   she’s   .   .   .   special   ,      but   she’s   seen   images   -   flickers   -   of   him   returning   from   the   hospital   .      she’s   seen   the   sickness   ,      and   never   understood      .       ❝     mom   was   sick   when   she   had   me   and   i’m   part   of   her   ,      so   why   am   i   never   sick     ?        ❞

[greatpromise]

@lullabyheld​ said ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ steve. bc he would find her in a button down rlly hot.

𝗂𝗍    𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽    𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾    𝗁𝗂𝗆.        that    was    all    that    crossed    gwen’s    mind    as    she    held    the    fabric    close    to    her    body    ,    not    taking    the    time    to    button    the    shirt.        her    days    with    him    were    numbered    at    this    point    ,    she    knew    this    better    than    anyone.        especially    better    than    the    people    who    continue    to    look    at    her    with    sad    eyes.        gwen    wasn’t    gone    yet    ,    and    steve    wasn’t    going    to    let    her    die    .    .    .            why    such    a    sadness    ?        all    gwen    wanted    to    focus    on    was    what    she    was    going    to    try    and    take    with    her    to    keep    the    memories    of    them.

these    thoughts    immediately    escape    her    mind    as    his    voice    is    heard    from    the    door    way.        turning    around    to    face    him    ,    the    love    of    her    life    ,    and    smile    at    him    before    looking    down    at    her    own    body    for    a    quick    moment    ,    looking    to    him    again.        ❝    i    am.    ❞        gwen    confirms.        ❝    i    think    it    looks    pretty    good    on    me    ,    what    do    you    think    ?        it    may    need    to    come    back    home    with    me.    ❞    

[dolcesuono]

hetty turned at the sound of her dressing room door opening. she met her friend with an expectant look.    “  well? wasn’t it awful?  ”    the crowd for that night’s concert had been deplorable. rowdy, rude, and barely interested in what was happening on the stage. the latter was not so unusual -- people often came to the opera to see and be seen rather than to enjoy the music... but that truth did little for the egos of the artists. tonight, hetty had been subjected to their ire first and now was looking to commiserate.    “  you’d think they’d all save their guineas and gossip at home...  ”

                                          @lullabyheld​ gets a starter!