#shesnared

[prettydress-blog1]

G. Hawthorne. ( @shesnared ♥’d this )

     ❛   At some point in your life you’ll need to accept help from others. You aren’t  a l o n e  in this, even if you WISH that you were.   ❜

[biirdscng-blog]

     the girl before her must be gayle --- too tall and too old to be prim, she’d seen her on the platform designated for kress’ family alongside a teary-eyed woman and another wisp of a girl. GAYLE. the name is there alongside the sound of PRIMROSE --- names murmured quietly along with stories that made them smile in the cold dark. rue has taken to remembering each and every one that fell from kress’ lips; she owes him that much ( and so much more ). she owes kress’s family MORE than what she gave, too, silly prefab speeches that got snatched up too easily by the wind. but now, faced with the opportunity rue finds her words stuck to the inside of her throat, dry and scratchy like the summer when there isn’t enough water to go around. a moment passes, and then, quietly, FAINTLY,     “ i’m sorry. ”

@shesnared ( x )

[viatcr-blog]

     the silver presses COLD against her fingers, cinnamon scented vapor curling up from the steaming pitcher of milk placed in the center ( the mugs are there too, along with the long stems of a plant letha does not recognize --- though to her, it looks more weed than FLOWER, perhaps some reminder of district 12 ). haymitch is KINDER than those would think, when his mind is not too deeply drowned in a bottle. he is the mind behind the soft steps of the avox with a poor mimic of COMFORT in her hands ( or perhaps it’s more the brainchild of effie despite the ORDER dropping from alcohol tainted lips ). either way, the past victor does not bring the tray himself, however; instead directing her along to a certain room where she pauses and raps softly on the door.

@shesnared ( x )

[heburned-moved-blog]

               THERE’S NO FIREWOOD  left in the house.  the cabinets are bare, and the back window is broken -- broken with no money to replace the glass.  now the baby is sick, too, and gayle is pregnant again.  they kept it secret as long as possible, but it’s been discovered;  gayle can’t work in the mines again.  and usually kress would be happy about that, even with the extra strain on their household finances, because he hates her being down there, hates the thought of their kids being without both of them if something were to happen in the mines.  but their little girl needs help, and kress can’t help her. 

          “... what’re we gonna do now?”   he’s got mara held close to his chest, wrapped in two blankets and dad’s hunting jacket, and he’s almost crying and shaking as much as she is.   “aster’s out of herbs that’ll help, and we’ve got no m-money for the doctor...” 

@shesnared  //  that sad and wonderful au 

[posxismsaa-blog]

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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

@shesnared

NAME: Big SisRINGTONE: Headstrong by Trapt | Did that just to bug her |PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Parker who were you talking to earlier?LAST TEXT SENT: To a very rare species called a GIRL Gayle. Geez I'm a boy I talk to girls...Let Me Live My Life.

[prettydress-blog1]

&. Gayle Hawthorne. ( @shesnared ♥’D THIS )

                 Anyone looking deep enough could see the guilt that was trapped behind her eyes, never leaving. With each breath more anxiety brewed. She felt confined, SNARED in this wait for the 75th Hunger Games. She feared that if the hunter only took a step further she could see how contrition made love compunction in a way that only in a way that only made the blonde loath the games more. The newspapers that came as a desperate offering didn’t feel like enough. Haymitch was wise, Kress and Gayle knew how to hunt ; how to fight, but all Madge had to offer was secret whisperings of The Capitol. Words that a regular citizen was never meant to see. For the third time now, ( first with the pin, then with the morphling ) Madge wished there was more she could do for the eldest Everdeen brother.  ❛ The newspaper didn’t feel as thick today, ❜  She said, her voice remaining steady as she spoke. Kress, Penna, and Haymitch were having a private discussion outside, leaving Gayle and Madge alone. The two had never been friends, but with the trainings and trades they saw each other more often now.   ❛ Maybe The Capitol’s finally ran out of gossip. How’s Penna coming along in training? ❜

[burningwhiteroses]

@shesnared liked this to join the rebellion

                                ❝ Come on, Gayle, we can’t just hide                                 out here forever. We better get back                                 before we can’t get a good trade for                                 these turkeys. ❞

[heburned-moved-blog]

@shesnared  //  HAD AN IDEA 

               THE KITCHEN SMELLS LIKE SOUP  behind him.  the scent pangs in his empty stomach, but he’s still not sure whether he’s going to eat the meal.  he hears aster happily chatting with their mother in the kitchen.  he’s pleased, kress can tell, that mom is moving around and actively participating in their life again.  she hasn’t cooked in so long.  they’ve been eating kress’s cooking for months, and aster likely knows mom’s will be an improvement. 

          but kress is out on the porch with gayle, picking at the tatters in his gloves and pretending he can’t feel his mom watching him through the kitchen window.   “does she think i’m gonna hug her for gettin’ out of bed or something?”   he hopes mom hears him.