#ofsmalldeath

[lzwis]

por falta de adjetivo melhor, cody era um rapaz desinibido e sendo @ofsmalldeath​ alguém com quem já partilhara certo nível de intimidade, não via problema algum em cumprir seu desafio. ali uniam-se duas situações que agradavam o jovem lobisomem: dançar e a chance de exibição gratuita. puxou uma cadeira caminhando na direção de kymora e postou o objeto ao lado da garota batendo com a palma da mão aberta na madeira. ‘ senta. tenho um presente pra você.

[lzwis]

Dare: Marca cinco pessoas nessa ask que você gostaria de beijar. A primeira a curtir você beija mesmo.

será que vale a pena pessoas que eu sei que posso beijar sem desafio algum? mas vou ser humilde! 

@ofsmalldeath @liahmontanari @irznmaiden @sundalethefae @norahhyacinths

p.s: os gêmeos contam como um?

[fatefought]

@ofsmalldeath sent: ❛ It’s not your fault. What happened. ❜ + Annie

it seems neither victor will be getting much sleep tonight. unlike peeta however, she didn't need to be up mentoring tributes in the morning. she wonders if he has nightmares when he does sleep. those were chronic for annie, only beginning to space out years after her games. so instead, they're wandering the streets of the city. even at two in the morning, it's dazzlingly lit up. it's infuriating that it's a marvel. it's even more frustrating that so many in the districts can't walk as freely. here it doesn't matter. exceptions are always made for the capitol.

annie dwells on what he says. it's kind, but she's not sure what prompts him. " do you tell yourself the same ? " annie asks curiously. she doesn't want to dive into survivor's guilt and how it still tears her apart. " it gets easier as time goes on for some. " not her. doesn't matter who died by her hand, she's here at the expense of twenty-three souls. it weighs the heaviest whenever she's back in the capitol, but never disappears.

[fatefought]

@ofsmalldeath sent: ❛ I can already smell the ghosts of hangovers past. ❜ + Haymitch

the curtains are swung open and sunlight barrels into haymitch's living room. he slept on the couch last night. it was in part that he'd received a few visitors stressed over the reformed age pool for tributes. ( he could offer sympathy, but he had to repeat time and time again that there's nothing anyone can do. ) a death sprung forward on a person can cause a fit of desperation though. he understood. reaping day was always hard.

he blinks to adjust his eyes. the light makes his head pound. look like his current demon is the ghost of hangovers present. " you used to wake me up nicer, " he responds. though it's still so much tamer than katniss, and he appreciates it. " i have some leftover pastries from yesterday, if you want to help yourself. "

[fatefought]

@ofsmalldeath

haymitch should be sleeping off his drinks right now. instead, he and chaff moved their party to the penthouse. with how large it was and even with the two of them getting a little rowdy, it shouldn't have woken any of the district twelve team. the same could not be said about his friend's snoring. in the other's stupor, he went to lay down in haymitch's room. which he wouldn't be opposed to sharing if the other victor slept more soundly. so instead, he's sobering up on the couch. luckily, leftovers from yesterday's brunch were overflowing in the fridge. the parfait he's demolishing is hitting the spot.

he's contented at the moment, and debating taking a cat nap on the l-shaped couch. that is until an additional light flickers on. scowl jumps on and off his features in a matter of seconds as he realizes who joined him. " you're up early," abernathy begins to greet. " the tributes won't be up for at least another three hours. " previously having splayed his legs out on the couch, he sits up a bit. he raises a brow, " did chaff wake you ? " haymitch can hear it muffed in the distance ; he just naturally began tuning it out.

[kamelyakpinar]

This is a starter for @ofsmalldeath​

Heather poderia ser bem amarga e rancorosa com muitas coisas, ainda que nem sempre externalizasse isso, mas aquele jamais seria o caso com a filha de Morrigan. Nem todos os relacionamentos dão certo, mas isso definitivamente não significava que não poderiam seguir amigas quando se davam tão bem. ❝Eis que a alma viva desse lugar chegou!❞ Disse anunciando sua chegada, ao se aproximar mais da outra semideusa, um sorriso no rosto. Ainda que fizesse uma careta ao olhar em volta. ❝Por que eu sempre to cercada de um pessoal tão mórbido? Será que Hades me deu outra maldição e eu não to sabendo? Se bem que você é mais pra benção, não podemos negar!❞ Piscou na direção da mulher, sorrindo divertida, estava de bom humor no fim daquela tarde, uma coisa um pouquinho rara de tempos em tempos. Estava animada em pensar nas possiblidades do que fazer, de preferência longe de qualquer pessoa com menos de vinte e quatro anos, ela já estava começando a se achar velha naquele meio. ❝Agora vamos, já deu sua hora de interação com os mortos, tá na hora de dar atenção aos vivos e a bebidas! Inclusive, a gente tem que planejar nossa próxima saída do acampamento.❞

[liahmontanari]

TRUTH: Se você pudesse passar a eternidade ao lado de alguém, quem seria?

Eu não sei se tenho alguém que já seja tão especial assim na minha vida para poder ter certeza sobre.

[liahmontanari]

TRUTH: Quando e como foi seu primeiro beijo?

Logo que entrei na Millard, um ano atrás, e foi... bom, não foi ruim, mas... acho que complexo é uma palavra para descrever.