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( starter for : @ourleaderthemxckingjay. )
" who—who are you? ” the getup is CONFUSING to him, although maybe the sight of another human being is just shocking seeing as he hasn’t seen any form of LIVING, and he guesses a walker doesn’t count as being a human anymore.
*New Followers!*
Thought I’d start doing this...Soooooo hello new followers! Here are some cookies! *Hands over cookies and milk*
p.s...don’t be afraid to hit me up for a starter or plotting or whatnot. :)
@starwarshorizons @orphanedscavanger @reyiisms @celestial-bean-quinn @theforceismyown @galaxyslasthope @verlxine @ihopethatyoullrememberme @liibcrty @ourleaderthemxckingjay
your muse calms mine down after a nightmare.
they’d both fallen asleep in his bunk down in thirteen, both with a piece of frayed rope between their fingers. she was getting better at it, the callouses on the tips of her fingers enough proof. it helped, if only minimally. & having a distraction with COMPANY was even better. which was why he hadn’t had the heart when the lids of her eyes began to droop, her breathing growing deeper to rouse her. slumped in the tiny bed that was identical to her own, he watched the girl fall asleep, looking more peaceful, vulnerable than he’d ever seen her. & as appealing as it seemed, he couldn’t bring himself to join. be it fear or insanity the thought of sleep absolutely repulsed him. so he kept busy, looping & pulling until he was afraid his fingers would bleed. it could have been hours, it could have been minutes.
but the second the scream left her lips, something in him seemed to click. a piece back into place. this was familiar, he’d been here before. only, the sound was a little higher, her body a little smaller. skin that smelled of sea water. but this wasn’t her, no this wasn’t ANNIE. this was katniss everdeen, the mockingjay. the girl on fire. the girl that was so much more than the face of this rebellion. the girl who was suffering, who was real. all of which echoed in her wails. ❛katniss!!❜ he called, voice harsh. body on autopilot, he moved into action. arm curls under her back, lifting her into a sitting position while the other drifted to her hair, brushing dark locks from her face. hands prod until she wakes, finally falling to her shoulders where his grip remains tight, hoping to ground her from whatever HELL had been unfolding in her mind. wide eyes meet her own panic-stricken hues, doing his best to hold her gaze. ❛hey, hey. it isn’t real. this isn’t real, you’re okay. you’re here. shhh, you’re okay.❜
Measuring Day
And once more the new week came around. And with it, their ritual. It had started simply...neither could believe it was true. Didn’t seem possible. Her stressed childhood and weakened form, the gallons of blood on his hands and the karma with it plus his mutations and combat exposure...
And yet...Katniss was pregnant. And better, the baby was healthy. But neither believed it, not at first...so, as the weeks began to pass, he suggested they prove it through scientific observation; Every week, they would measure her belly. Slowly, but surely, the proof became evident.
“You have the marker? I’ve got the tape.”
@ourleaderthemxckingjay: Carl makes his way into her room, having been releaved of his guard duty that he put himself on. Well he had gotten off an hour ago, but he kept tossing and turning. He closes the door and walks over to sit heavily on her bed, "I can't sleep."
merry christmas?
@ourleaderthemxckingjay said: “Your present's going to be a bit late... 9 months late, so to speak."
Peeta blinked in the dim light of the kitchen, his fingers kneading into the dough. He was in the middle of preparing cinnamon bread for a dinner they would be attending in honor of someone or another. It was four o’clock but it was already dark outside, the mountains filtering out any light. “What?” The words didn’t quite register with him until he stopped kneading the dough and his eyes sprang to his wife standing in the doorway. It had been an agonizing eight years of stillbirths and miscarriages. Soon, he stopped trying, but painted her beautiful photos of flowers instead. “How do you know?” He was greying a bit at the temples, even though he was only twenty-six.
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“ m o c k i n g j a y . “ ( a grievous tone set with matching coal ridden eyes. strong hands scratched permission signatures on the folders on his desk. before him, sat the rebellious everdeen, giving him such daring death eyes. she managed to get herself into trouble-- not really a shock. )
