#providaer

[peatah]

@providaer​      /      STARTER  CALL 

he shrugs.    “ don’t know what good they think i’ll be . . . ”    but that’s not really his choice to make.  they save him from the capitol, and now he has to go and do whatever coin and plutarch tell him.  he twists his wrists in the cuffs  —  not trying to get out, just to keep himself steady and here  —  and tries to just remember to breathe before he can manage to look at gale again.    “ doesn’t matter though, does it? ”    he isn’t really sure how anybody feels about him anymore.  but he remembers gale from the cells and the capitol, and it makes trusting him, at least a little, a bit easier. 

[erithac]

SHE  ,    RADIANT EVEN IN DARKNESS  ,      and  o ‘  how the stark walls threaten to suffocate                       (    what are you  ,    if not wild    &    free  ?    a caged bird with wings beating against the gilded bars  ,    a savage thing begging to go home    )                       a storm    /    a hurricane    /    the force of the ocean trapped inside a box    &    left  ----    an effigy to be forgotten as time mulls over itself  .    she is quiet  ,    like the moon  ,    a silvery glow that passes over everyone silently    /    a divine thing  ,    a holy blessing gone unnoticed                      (    the light in her mouth is a reckoning  ,    the stars that burn her skin light the dismal halls around her    )                        but revolution demands pain  ,    and blood  ,    and sacrifice  ----   and in the name of her father she will put a blade between her teeth    &    name herself death if that is what it takes                          (    you are so beautiful  ,    and yet so untamed  .   even koschei would be proud    /    even the baba yaga would be proud    )

a mean light reflects in her eyes  ,    stardust scattering as her head turns    /    halo of blinding white around her face  ----    all sugar  ,    curiosity  ,    and rain                       ❝    i    have    to    admit  ,    i    don’t    really    know    what    i’m    doing    here  .    ❞                        lips press together tightly  ,    letting the fabric fall idly from her delicate hands                      (    i have never known hunger  ,    or war  .    i have not suffered the way you have    )                       ❝    my    job    ended    as    soon    as    they    were    out    of    the    arena  ----    what    use    does    a    revolution    have    for    a    makeup    artist  ?    ❞

      @PROVIDAER​  :    GALE HAWTHORNE

[stilyst]

❛     how  despicable  we  must  seem  to  you.     ❜   ›   @providaer​   ›   ♡

[70tharc]

                 𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻 the wall of the hovercraft, all aching bones and bruised, broken skin. annie curls in on herself, makes herself small  (  it saved her before ). the blanket settled over her shoulders is ROUGH  :  she barely notices. the bustle of other bodies rumbles and rushes around her  :  she barely notices. they say they’re taking her to SOMEPLACE SAFE  :  she barely notices. green eyes are wide, pale, fixed upon the young man  (  the boy  ) seated not too far from her side. RED rolls down his temple, garish and bright.       ❝      𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮.     ❞           /      @providaer​   *   sc.

[fancyrot]

      ❝     just   fit  for  the  lenses .     ------    i’ve  told  plutarch ,   you  know ,   the  cameras  would  love  you .    you  should  do  one  of  those  propos  any  day .     ❞    

*    @providaer​  ,