#so1arflesh

[griefseason]

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❛   RIGHT. ❜ there's a pause , then the heiress squints at her mate , arms crossing as lips twitch upward. ❛ . . . azriel , are you lying to me right now ?   ❜ her voice is gentle &* coaxing , a coo instead of confrontational. it's amusing more than anything. but , given she won't pick apart his brain , she has to rely on him speaking plainly. she knows she could -- if he would trust anyone in his mind , it is her. she uses her powers sparingly ; mostly in moments of others being around. she will not pilfer through what he does not openly share. it's not as if she needs to rifle through now , though ---- he looks like he's trying his damndest not to smile.

❛ i told you no gifts. but you went ahead &* got me something , didn't you ?   ❜ they've been together a year -- her birthday is tomorrow. she has more than she could ever want or need here in velaris -- &* prior to this one , birthdays were always stressful for her. which year would be the one her wings were clipped against her will ? he'd saved her from that fate last year. that was all she could ever want. ❛ you're as stubborn as ever.   ❜

[forgaeven]

❛ hey – you sure you're okay ? ❜

@so1arflesh, one liner starter call 🌿

[forgaeven]

❛ ye' trust him then ? about ... about tamin' dragons. ❜

@so1arflesh, one-liner starter call 🌿

[griefseason]

𝔭. ▐ ⊰ ' [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. ----- @so1arflesh

a  frown  pulls  at  the  bakers  mouth  ,  matching  the  downturn  of  his  brows  in  that  puppy  expression  peeta  easily  melts  into.       katniss  has  been   . . .    different  outside  of  the  arena.        their  shared  trauma  has  done  nothing  but  draw  him  closer  to  her   -----   of  course  ,  to  him  ,  none  of  their  relationship  has  been  fake.       the  moment  they  started  their  victory  tour  ,  he  noticed  how  she  stepped  away  in  the  quiet  moments  away  from  cameras.       where  he  craved  her  company  then  more  than  ever  ,  she  seemed  to  turn  it  off  &*  go  back  to  friends  when  they're  alone.         was  it  all  for  show  ?       just  a  way  to  win  the  games  ?        it  had  all  been  an  act  at  the  start  ,  but  it  had  shifted  somewhere  ,  hadn't  it  ?        had  he  just  imagined  what  he  wanted  to  see  ?       

they're  alone  right  now  in  the  back  viewing  room  of  the  train  on  their  way  to  eleven.         one  last  stop  in  twelve  after  this  &*  they'll  be  home.       he  won't  have  to  work  in  the  bakery.      she'll  go  back  to  hunting  in  the  woods.        will  they  be  strangers  again  ?          his  lips  purse  as  he  looks  away  from  her  ,  hand  falling  away  from  where  he'd  outstretched  it  to  touch  her  braid.         it  had  started  to  unravel  ----  he  was  just  offering  to  fix  it  for  her.        but  it  seems  that  wasn't  the  only  thing  unraveling.         

❛     yeah  ,  of  course.      whatever  you  want.   ❜       he  will  not  push  her  –  he  will  not  beg  to  be  loved.        that  has  ended  poorly  for  him  his  whole  life.      so  he  holds  his  hands  up  in  defense  ,  &*  stands  ,  putting  space  between  them.        ❛     i'll   ,  uh  . . .    i'll  get  effie  to  come  find  you  when  dinner's  served.   ❜ he nods , hands fidgeting in front of himself momentarily as he spares one last glance over at her , then excuses himself to leave the compartment without another word. he will not stay where he is not wanted.

[stolenfates]

don't give me that look . / ( my ) dina to ( your) ellie! | @so1arflesh

A SNORT AND A ROLL OF THE EYES. “ What look? ” Ellie asks, returning to look down the scope of her rifle. She catches an infected in her sights and holds her breath, just as Joel and Tommy had taught her. She aims a bit higher than the infected’s head, compensating for the distance between them, and squeezes the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoes through the surrounding trees, sending a flock of birds scattering, sending a herd of deer running. The bullet hits its mark, the infected’s head practically exploding, and it falls to the ground, dead. “ Oh, fuck yeah! ”

Her celebration is short lived, however, when she remembers just how mad she is at the woman beside her. She pulls away from her scope and turns her attention on Dina. “ Oh, you mean this one? ” Her brow furrows and a frown tugs at her lips. “ C’mon, Dina. You got what you wanted ──── you got to go out on a patrol, even if you should be back home. You’re pregnant, in case you forgot. ”