Jun 10, 2015
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“I miss you...”
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mxckinglark
“I miss you...”
mxckinglark
being divergent meant an INSTANT death sentence. she could not deny the fear she had. erudite continued to murder innocent people. blood has been spilled due to the fact that people like her could not conform.
tired hues stared towards the boy in front of her. a defeated sigh escaped from her lips as she ran her fingers through tangled strands of hair.
' what are we going to do? '
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
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They say that somewhere in the world is a soulmate made just for you. That one day they would come out of nowhere and you’d just know because it would be in the way they laughed or the way they smiled. You’d spend hours thinking about it, the way your heart skipped a beat whenever their eyes met yours – clashing together like a hurricane and land. But it also appears that sometimes the lives are so busy that you hardly have a chance to see them, the way they sit on the same bus to work in the morning or that guy at the coffee shop that orders the coffee plain.
So that’s why the government implanted little chips designed to write numbers on your wrist of the soul mate. Whenever a body came in contact with their significant other, the one they were supposed to be with – the digits on their wrist would reach 00:00. So far it’s worked, it’s found couples and it worked for generations before.
Katniss Everdeen stares at it, though. Curious as to why it hasn’t even budged and if hers is faulty. Everyone always said that she’d belong with Gale but the numbers weren’t even close to none, and eventually down the line she had figured out why it didn’t work. They both held too much fire and were often in competition. Though they genuinely cared for one another, it wasn’t working. They weren’t meant to be, because a little pistol such as herself needed someone calm and easy. Understanding, who could love her for her.
The city is full of potential soulmates, but today as she focuses on her wrist nothing seems to change. The numbers move up and down according to the person, and it’s stupid to be paying attention because she’s already running late for work. It’s no time to be worrying about the future and settling down because she wasn’t even sure if that was what she wanted. Her eyes turn to the sound of the bus driving past the port, not even stopping to pick up those who were waiting to receive their ride leaving her in the dull colors of the area – and if Katniss thought she was running late before well she really was now.
Her fingers fly over the keys to her phone, leaving a message with her boss before her eyes catch the sight of a bakery down the way. It’s small and welcoming, cozy – probably warm compared to the chill. It’ll be 45 minutes until the next bus to take her over the bridge to work. That’s 45 minutes to evaluate her life. Her feet carry her fast – the way everyone moves here in New York, but her wrist twitches just the slightest. She ignores it, thinking it’s just the sleeve to her jacket. Mellark Bakery.
Mellark, it’s foreign for sure but that’s what New York is. A melting pot, but it sounds familiar – like something she’d pass in Virginia a time or two. Her hand lands on the door, silver eyes scanning inside the window. It’s tiny and spacious, and the aroma wavers outside the door before it’s even open. For a minute she feels like home, and her fingers turn the knob of the door and it flashes.
The numbers on her wrist drop significantly, double digits and moves. 24:00. Slowly the door creaks open and she’s met by blue eyes of an older man, who is side by side with his wife. They’re not it, she knows, because their wrists are marked 00:00 and he waves. “Hello, welcome to Mellark Bakery. Let us know when you’re ready.” Katniss offers some form of a smile, moving across the little row of tables and walking past a few tables of those that are occupied. Her wrist doesn’t go down but back up, and she groans. They were probably outside and now lost in New York City and she’d never find them. Her attention turns to the baked goods on display, causing her stomach to turn. Moving to the showcase, here’s another twitch to her wrist.
Ignoring it for good measure, until a different voice catches her attention. It’s young, gentle but strong. Time seems to stand still when grey crash with blue, and it happens the way they said it does. Her wrist registers 00:00 to the man across the counter, a man with blue eyes and curly blond hair. He smiles so warmly, and it’s clear that he is not like a fire in the mines that rages on. Instead he is calm and gentle, like the flowers in the meadow back in her hometown. He is kind and he is strong and he is hers.
“Hey.” He says, barely above a whisper. That smile stretches to something more boyish, a lopsided grin as he leans against the counter – hands covered in flour and dough caked under his nails and in the crevices of his fingers. The black numbers on his wrist are just as clear as hers, and she just smiles – mesmerized.
“Hey.” It’s light, but it’s hard to contain her smile. “I’ve been looking for you.”
likegallows said: GIVE ME THIS IMMEDIATELY OH MY GOD
{ mxckinglark )
DO NOT TEMPT ME BECAUSE I WILL DO IT AND I WILL WRITE IT LIKE RIGHT NOW OK.
It had been seven months since Katniss had killed both Coin and Snow. Seventh long months of being alone in a house that had once felt like home- but now was a skeleton of what it used to be. Everything in district twelve was being rebuilt but it would never be the same. Looking back on twelve before she went into the Hunger Games the district was full of life, love, and hope. Now it was dulled and lacked any form of hope to begin with.
Katniss had struggled in the months that lead up to now but things were starting to get better. She had finally began taking her medicine that Dr. Aurelius had prescribed her to help her cope with everything. It was getting easier for Katniss. She no longer dreaded waking up, her nightmares didn't shake her to the bone and disrupt her slumber. She still had them but they did not affect her in the way it used to.
Katniss had finally gotten over the fact that Peeta had died in the war. She had not seen him since they parted ways and it broke her thinking of it. Her days would fall into cycles. Wake, eat, medicine, shower, walk around the district, eat, medicine, go to Haymitch's, make them a nice dinner, medicine, lay in bed, think of Peeta, and cry herself to sleep. That had been the last three months. Occasionally, she would hunt but not often anymore.
This continued until one day Dr. Aurelius came to her house and began making preparations. Katniss was alarmed when she finally explained that Peeta was alive and his memories were still disrupted but he was getting better. There were things that they could not fix though and those things involved Katniss and how he truly felt.
Now three weeks after her conversation with Dr. Aurelius, Katniss waited at her dining room table for Peeta to be dropped off. Her heart pounded and she had no idea how they would respond to each other. Would he pull her in and kiss her? Would he strangle her again? Would they stay silent and awkwardly exchange glances? Katniss hoped for the kissing or the strangling. She couldn't handle the awkward silence between them. Especially with the past that they had.
mxckinglark sent in ☎ my muse drunk dials your muse
Ring... ring.... ring... riiiiiinnnnggggg....
Click
"Hello? Katniss?"
"Peeeeehtaaaaaah.... Where're you... Where'd you gho? You.. you get that fine little behind back over here. The party just got started... And I.. I don't feel too good. I think Haymitch went to sleep with his geese again... -gigglesnort.- Peeta. Your name is Peeta like Pitabread. That's what I'll call you now. Pitabread. "
mxckinglark Peeta had gone down to the hub to find her at her mother and Prim’s request. She had been gone for the better part of the day and should have already returned. It seemed the safest place to find her but he hadn’t expected white bottle of liquor in hand the stumbling mess that he’d found.
Holding her arm across his shoulders, the other across her back to support her, he was helping to walk her home. “You’re a pretty good kisser yourself, Ms Everdeen,” Peeta chuckled to himself. Oh she was going to love this in the morning. “I think we should kiss more often.” He encouraged.
Katniss leaned against him for support, stumbling along beside him as he walked her back towards victors village. She squinted up at him, lips curling into a smirk. She tugged on him, halting their steps and wrapped both her arms around his neck. "Are you trying to seducccce me? Mr. Mellark?" She slurred, leaning in to rub her nose against his.
She giggled, shaking her head as her grip loosened and she stumbled back, clutching at him for support as she nearly tumbled to the ground. "Oomph..." She fell back against his chest when she tried to counteract her fall and ended up slumped against him, arms wrapped around his waist. "Spinning...everything is spinning."
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