#thelucygray

[ofdrivensnow]

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤  𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || accepting.

Tall statue shifts in the slightest, but his head turning in the brunette's direction has his full attention resting on her side profile. "What does that mean?" Voice questions softly ; but offense practically soaking Coriolanus' tone. "The woods?" Light brows crease as it was the first memory deeply implanted into his skull that revives itself after her response, yet it was like it meant nothing now. From the way he's taking it. For her sake, however, maybe he's jumping to mere conclusions. "I thought you had the woods and all the time in the world to offer me, Lucy Gray." Reminding her of that & then a pause as blues studied the songbird's features before he'd continue, "Change of heart?"

@thelucygray -> ❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

[lazaruhs-moved-to-unsnare]

❝ Your charm means nothing when you stand before someone who can rip you to pieces by simply lifting you up. ❞

@thelucygray. hit the heart for a one liner. : accepting !

[corbcro]

“ scary, ain’t it? ” hand clasped together with hers, the male gave a gentle squeeze with an eager smile spread on his lips. “ but what beautiful thing didn’t start out that way? some me anybody who disagrees and i’ll show you a liar. ” / starter for @thelucygray ! accepting.

[ofdrivensnow]

[towel] - Sender catches receiver in nothing but a towel. (( reverse 😛))

make coryo awkward meme. || accepting.

Holding the stem of the rose in his hand, thumb travels over the bumpy edges where the thorns once were as he was somewhere lost in thought. Sound of the bathroom door has him subconsciously looking up but quickly wishing he hadn't done that, when gaze accidentally finds Lucy Gray and then purposely lingers because he can't tear his eyes away when he finds her with only a towel wrapped around her small frame. Her dark curls drenched in water and sticking to her olive skin, he just couldn't help but stare at the sight. A plethora of ways he could find himself describing it. Standing frozen only until her gaze turns towards him and an aggravating embarrassment floods through him, cheeks suddenly looking flushed and roseate; all he can do is quickly turn, cast his gaze back on the rose in his hands in hopes she didn't catch it.

[ofdrivensnow]

[cold] - It's cold, and sender/receiver have to stay together for warmth. ((😛))

make coryo awkward meme. || accepting.

He smelled like the forest, feeling the affects of the forest, freezing at nights becoming another forest affect. The weather had dropped several more degrees colder tonight and no matter how tight he confined himself to the blankets his body was still trembling, hands clutching the material tighter and tighter. Thinks eventually his brain will shut off once he grows accustomed to it like usual, but to no avail he can't commit to it any longer. It was an awkward decision as he flipped the blanket off, moving to get up from his makeshift bed, pausing to decide if he's– what exactly? Is brave the terminology? No, that'd be ridiculous.

Yet, there he froze before another chill crept up his spine and he continued to move until he was standing and walking over to the tiny bed @thelucygray was curled up on. "Lucy Gray," he quietly started, "are you cold?" Questioning, genuinely wanting to know if she's freezing as much as him, cold hand reaching out to touch her neck to imply why he's here. "Can I squeeze in behind you-" Gesturing hesitantly in the dark to the limited space behind her next to the wall before the cold air urges him to. Carefully crawls over top of her and quickly finds himself squished up between her and the wall. Finding out how terribly he underestimated things as he embarrassingly looked towards the wall and then to her.

There was no possible way he was going to be able to lie on his side without being half way on top of her, but uncomfortably shifted anyway to get underneath the same blanket while his had been dragged over top of hers. There was more warmth to finally be found from her body heat and it rising in his cheeks under the moonlight when he has no choice but to be so close. Where was he supposed to put his arms? They were long and in the way along with the rest of him. Eventually he settled for curling his left one on top of her as he subtly tried to rest it there, but cheeks continued to flush and he was frozen with his chest pressed so closely against her while his right arm was uncomfortably tucked underneath him.

[redemptioninterlude]

@thelucygray - lucy gets a new follower starter !

there's a WAR OUTSIDE these walls. and these motherfuckers don't even know about it yet. safe, snug... they drag them out before the cameras. make a mockery of their humanity. why? they dared to starve their masters, and like dogs, they've been made to come to heel. it's a brutal space to live within, and honestly, rue's like, shocked when her name is pulled.

DISTRICT 9. rue bennett.

they drag them upon a train, headed towards the capitol. as high as she'd been when dragged up to the stage, her expression blank-eyed and perhaps a little hopeless. chained as they wanted, broken as they wanted, but unnervingly staring at the camera, then, wondering and waiting if they even saw them as HUMAN to begin with. another girl's in the compartment with her, how this place alone feels more lush than any place she's survived before alone... a girl in a dress, coloured brightly, her gaze peels and lifts to meet her own. it's her. a victor. and somehow, that makes it all the more real.

"you're the singer. lucy." it's not a question. there'd been something in her performative march when she'd been there to win her own, that beautiful retribution played out towards a girl who'd clearly found it all too EXCITING to see this girl be called as tribute. she deserved it. a snake and a father who'd rigged it all, the story's so cliché it hurts, and who could blame her for wanting a splash for her indignity? but then she'd won... and it'd been all too glorious, then. "guess we're both in it now."

- @thelucygray

[conscriptur-a]

@thelucygray liked for a starter.

Feet takes him back and forth on the dark wooded floor creating a repetitive, worn path. Words came easy to him but with uncertainty settling comfortably around him, he could not quite place the vocabulary to use. "I just," Finnick began but soon shook his head tossing away the sentence he had formed in his head. Another three strides, and then he halted looking up to the ceiling dusted with grey stains, remnants from what had been carried by the air over the years. "I've wanted freedom for so long but now-" Finnick bit the inside of his bottom lip before he continued on. "Now, it's like I don't know what to do. So I came here, to Twelve, for some, I don't know, fresh air?"

[rimeoverreason]

"You're walking us toward a precipice, Coriolanus. Step back."

He'd been staring down into the dark and bottomless abyss for some time, unaware that he'd indeed been doing so. He wondered how he appeared to the creatures peering back up to him from the depths and imagined them cocking their monstrous heads back and forth at his blue eyes. Unknown creatures used to terrify Coriolanus, as recently as when he'd walked through the woods and swam in the lake with the Covey in District Twelve, but now he hardly paid any mind to them. He'd go so far as to consider them his allies. Anything that could make him untouchable.

Had he already taken the jump? Maybe he'd been pushed. Perhaps he'd been passing through it for years and had gotten used to it, the air rushing past his face.

He had so many questions about how she'd found him in the Capitol, how she'd even gotten in so far without notice. All of it got tampered down, however, by one thought that found its way out from his lips. "Why are you worried, Lucy Gray? I thought you could fly."