@primroseshards <3′d for a starter!!
he lost count around three hundred and hasn’t attempted to tally the knots since. for the last hour he’s been alternating between four intricacies: square. clove hitch. bowline. figure eight. square. clove hitch. bowline. figure eight. teal irises are UNBLINKING, resting upon the bend where the ceiling and wall meet. it’s at a patter of tiny footsteps upon the pristine floor that his gaze shifts.
and there stands a FLOWER. skin and hair pale as primrose petals dolloped in sunlight. and he tilts his head, the flurry of the bloodied rope halting for a moment.
“ Prim? What are you doing in the hospital sector? Does Katniss know you’re here? ”










