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" do you want some company ? " — from @me1lark

THE BAKERY STEPS GROAN AS BARLEY SHIFTS TO MAKE ROOM FOR HIS BROTHER. they'd sat like this before, many times over in fact and in both rain and sleet. anything could be endured at times, 𝚒𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. " why...? do i look sad? " the boy asks, moments before plastering on a grin thereafter, though it doesn't quite reach the right height.

#me1lark #₀₀₀ . i was 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 a kid ! 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳

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district thirteen was stuffy, claustrophobic. missing the fresh air, missing the feeling of hair touching her shoulders [ … ] missing when she could sleep without screaming herself awake ( 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 ) at least she could w   a   n   d   e   r the confinement. sneaking off, confiscating iv drips from others. the morphling dulled the pain, but she would never fully ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ it. while she was chained to the infirmary, there was a boy literally strapped to a table. still a prisoner after being saved. a stolen key card allowed her access, the sliding doors revealing the blond ᵇʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵇᵒʸ. a stranger in her eyes at that moment. his softness, replaced with a cold. ❝ when are they gonna let you out of here? this is bleak, ❞ the woman took a seat on the edge of the cot. the capital bonded them ( 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 ) she wasn’t going to leave him on his lonesome after that. ❝ i thought you could use a little company. ❞

#me1lark #• | muses — johanna mason.#• | dynamics — peeta mellark ( feat. me1lark ).#i hope this works!#i wish we could have seen their friendship :(

𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 , wry smile daring to stretch 'cross cheeks at the thought. 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 hand reaching for the bottle ⁽ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵖ ⁻ ᵘᵖ ⁾ , pausing in mid - air 'pon hearing the front door opening & swiftly shutting. ❝ thought you'd stop by for a . . . 𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑻. ❞ nodding the boy towards spare armchair , continuing in his previously interrupted motions.

with a HEAVING sigh body lifts from chair , empty tumbler snatched from countertop. ❝ 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 ? can't exactly HURT now , can it ? ❞

† 〃 @me1lark . . . *

#me1lark #† 〃 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 ¹² : haymitch abernathy.#hope this is okay !#straight after them finding out abt the quarter quell !

@me1lark , ﹞ peeta to finnick : "this wasn't part of the plan."

he's familiar with these kinds of mind games. the disorientation, the sweeping of the rhythm. the less than ideal surprise that it was when those soldiers left peeta (and what's left of his spotting sanity) at the 'star squad's' feet. what coin's end goal might be, finnick isn't sure. not yet. but something's missing from the picture that boggs is painting.

why penalize the squad with a given liability? why throw the grenade the capital built to take down their mockingjay straight at her head? "not your plan, maybe," he says, with no real sarcasm, vaguely patting the straw haired boy's shoulder. "but to coin? ... well you're right where you need to be." he doesn't say what he's contemplating. doesn't voice the fact that everyone here knows he is a threat to what they are trying to accomplish. he figures peeta knows. doesn't need the grim reminder of the omen his presence brings. he's hijacked, not stupid. & he's been through enough. "are you hungry, peeta?"

#me1lark #a little mockingjay moment