#seventhaxe

[cruentiia]

“I think I love you.”

       Enobaria paused, putting her fork down to look over at the other girl. She didn’t love her, no one could, no one ever had. At least, if the did, they wound up out of her life one way or another and she couldn’t have that happen with Johanna. She couldn’t lose her too. But Eno decided to amuse her, even if she was just joking, which she obviously must have been. “So you decide to tell me when I’m stuffing my face full of pasta? Nice one, Jo.” She joked, leaning over to press a kiss to the other girl’s lips.

[cruentiia]

“God, you’re perfect.”

         “I’m perfect?” Enobaria slowed to a stop, just getting back from her jog around Seven. It was a gorgeous day, she had decided to go for a bit of a run around after the gym to look at the leaves changing colours, things she had never gotten to see in District Two. Everything was so dark and dreary and disgusting there, there  was basically no such thing as huge trees and falling leaves, that sort of thing. “Perfect in all of my sweaty, post work out glory? If you say so, my Sweet.” She had to laugh, reaching up to undo her ponytail simply to redo it a little tighter.

[burningwhiteroses]

@seventhaxe liked this to join the rebellion

Answers weren’t something Katniss had at the moment, though it felt as though she was expected to. That was until they’d met up with Joanna, Beetee, and Wiress. Now they had some sort of direction. It was a CLOCK. 

❝ So we know about the blood rain, the monkeys, the fog, and the wave. You seen anything else? ❞

[shegivesloveabadname-blog]

@seventhaxe I continued from X

The nickname caused her to narrow her eyes and glare at the younger woman.

There was only one man she tolerated pet names from and, then again, it was more out of obligation than choice.

“I will thank you not to call me by ridiculous names.” she huffed, trying and failing to rub the stain off her dress.

Already she was tossing covert glances around, trying to evaluate the damages. People had noticed her predicament, of course, and some of them were already laughing behind their hands, mocking  her. She would be lucky if this little story didn’t end up being the joke of a gossip rag: Effie Trinket walking around with a stained dress. All this because this girl couldn’t look where she was going.

Effie didn’t have much love for Johanna. She certainly wasn’t one of her favorite victors. She was unpleasant, vulgar and aggressive.

“You should apologize. At the very least.”

[haydenabernathy-blog]

"Just tell me what you feel."

“What I feel…” he snorted bitterly. “I feel like my tributes are dead because I’m useless. For the eighteenth time. I’m not in the mood to talk about feelings, Jo.”

[kresseverdeen-blog]

       @seventhaxe  ||  WELCOME STARTER. 

            johanna mason swings her AXE again, && kress thinks of those clips he’s SEEN of her games  ( heads rolling, limbs falling, blood pooling )  over & over again. then those eyes, dark & deep with FURY, snap up to meet kress’s gray gaze. kress almost flinches back, but then he REMEMBERS to look stronger than he feels & raises an EYEBROW.   ❛ you gonna hit me with that thing next?? ❜ 

[whcreofdistrictfour-archive-blog]

     @seventhaxe  ||  STARTER.   // apocalypse au 

            his hair has grown out & grown SHAGGY because it almost doesn’t matter what he  ( the pleasure tool )  looks like anymore. when the WAR ended & the women overthrew the male government, they tossed the LEADERS into prison & passed LEGISLATION forcing the male populace into positions of solely menial labor, eventually resulting in the ENSLAVEMENT that claimed finnick & countless OTHERS like him. the secretary of state -- half-mad & half-drugged more than half the time -- OWNS finnick now, && he’s nothing but a whore & plaything. there’s a party tonight in his MISTRESS’S mansion, && she’s promised finnick to whoever wants him. but the WOMEN have mostly wanted to play with him, though a couple have ORDERED him under their skirts. but then their new nation’s LEADER arrives, && the mood in the room shifts. finnick’s mistress pulls him to his feet by his matted, thick HAIR.   ❛ johanna, look at this one. ❜   she grips finnick’s BRUISED, thin cheeks with her smooth hand, turning his head to face johanna mason.   ❛ he’s PRETTY, isn’t he?? ❜ 

[ingloriious-archive-blog]

@seventhaxe continued from here

        It’s not easy -- watching her, risking her life every other day. He knows he’d be doing the same if he were in such a position. Gale’s not exactly been safe with his actions since the rebellion started; this is what he’s been waiting on his entire life. But she’s the mockingjay -- it’s a fine line of protecting her endlessly and allowing her to put her face out there. Johanna is not someone who enjoys having her life controlled though.         “Take it easy, Jo...” He mutters in protest even to her moving. He knows he can’t possibly try and tell her what to do, but it’s worth a shot to coax her. “There’s not much going on right now anyway -- they’ll want you back soon enough.” He knows the second those words escape him that he might have wanted to think before speaking, biting his lip. “You know what I mean. They probably want to shoot another propo as soon as you’re good. You know, just to prove you’re alive and well.” 

        But he’s not exactly one for sticking to the rules either. A smirk finds its way onto his face, eyeing over Johanna. “You need anything?”