it’s been months since you’d gotten out of the arena , and you can’t quite get your head around the fact you’d gotten out. the idea of you surviving is laughable , but you owe it to allison. her refusal to put an end to your miserable life , and the way she’d disarmed you , are the only two things keeping you alive. the bullet wound you have in your leg is a reminder that you’d failed your mission. you were supposed to die in there , but she wouldn’t let you. you’d gone right back to the rebellion after , and began planning your next stunt. it’s been months since you’d seen her , and now she’s in your doorway , eyes narrowed onto you , eyeing the gun now aimed at her head as though it’s nothing but a child’s toy. “ y’startled me. “ your voice is barely above a whisper , and you haven’t started to lower your weapon yet. it takes you a moment to notice the daggers in her hands. a small smile forms , and it’s pleasant to know some things haven’t changed. there’s a warmth in your chest at that. “ it’s nice t’know that after all these months y’reaction t’seein’ me is t’pull a knife. “ says the man who pulled a gun. you walk over to her slowly , making an effort to show her when you holster your gun. you’re stood before her now , nothing between you , and you remember that night she’d kissed you , told you to keep moving and dragged you along with her. you don’t make any sudden movements , just raise a brow , smile stretching slightly into a grin. “ what brings y’to my neck o’the woods ?? “ / @silverhntrss
