Jun 21, 2016
HAYFFIE MOODBOARD // @trinketiisms
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HAYFFIE MOODBOARD // @trinketiisms
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alec has already left, gone to bake bread with peeta. but effie stays, afraid that he’ll leave her once she walks out of the door. nails brush hair out of his face, & a sigh escapes feminine lips.
‘ don’t leave me. ’ it’s a whispered plea. his left arm is all bruised; it took a few proper tries to take blood from both his arm & hand before they switched to the right. she takes his hand, placing a gentle kiss on it.
effie knew he’d leave her one day, though didn’t want his alcoholism to catch up to him. HE’D CHANGED. ever since alec was born & then maeve brought into their house, he had set on not having a drop to improve as a father. yet here he is now, hooked up on machines & weak in the hospital. IT’S NOT FAIR.
His senses are barely able to register her touch due to the MORPHLING that’s been injected in his body. He feels NUMB, weary, as if he’s about to fall into an endless pit of disturbing dreams. Haymitch’s eyes are about to close, but he won’t let them --- HE WILL NOT LET THEM. Although his surroundings are blurred& devoid of color, her presence feels extremely familiar-- he’s not ready to let that feeling go, even if it’s only for a temporary, ORDINARY sleep.
Arms lie lifelessly along his body on top of the white sheets-- they’re thin, DEFEATED, like the rest of his body. Some of his muscles are wasted. The lack of sleep hasn’t improved his health in the slightest--- the man forces himself to stay awake, to spend as much of his time studying the faces of the very few people he LOVES and wishing he could advice his past self to find a substitute for the alcohol that would poison his liver ( and tell him that BETTER TIMES WOULD ARRIVE& THEY’D BE WORTH STAYING ALIVE FOR. )
A repressed groan manages to escape his lips when he moves his hand until he can hold hers, giving it a weak yet reassuring squeeze.
‘ Get them fucking tubes out of my nose. ’
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song shuffle starter. // @trinketiisms
song ; The Boxer by Simon & Garfunkel
’ —- Still a man hears what he wants to hear&& disregards the rest. ’
well, I guess by the blood stain of your lips && the wander of your fingertips I should prove true to my emptiness and STAY HERE.
"Do you understand that we will never be the same again?"
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We.
The word contained a peculiar sort of COMFORT, one he used tofeel in LONELINESS, for that was the only way he& his deeds couldn’t harm anyone. Ever since he had lost the people that were part of ‘WE’, the former mentor thought it was for the best if he started using I instead of the noun that meant morethan one ; a PAIR, a COUPLE. If one made a mistake, the other would bear theconsequences. Although his heart kept mumbling that’s how it USED TO BE, hishead was still alert, constantly reminding him how VULNERABLE he was now he’dgiven in. They were lying there,entangled on the couch, most of the warmth coming from their bodies instead ofthe thin blanket that’s wrapped around the two—- for once, they’re not in a tightembrace of desire&lust ; the sight of them was almost PEACEFUL. Haymitchhated that word because he believed it described something that couldn’t be, andyet he felt nothing but safety as his fingers gently brushed her soft shoulder.No fear for a udden knock on the door of someone who’s about to tell himthey’re going to take her away from him. Lips slowly pressed a short trail of kisses down her arm, the stubbles on his chin running over her skin. The soft crackling flames in the fire place being the only noiseto break the reassuring yet unfamiliar silence, Haymitch decided not to answerin words.
&&so he just nodded.
💛🐣🍦Birthday month coming soon 🍦🐣💛
🔥 + about anything. rant. scream. get salty.
send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.
So many people will cringe at me for this. Some will reevaluate their choice of becoming friends with me. Some will track me down and beat me with pillows. But here it is: I DON’T LIKE DOGS. *hears a roar of disapproval in the distance* I know. Studies say that 89% of the people in the world are dog people, and only 2% of the cat people dislike dogs. I’m one of those weirdos. I’m not SCARED of them ( and it’s not like I go around randomly kicking dogs in the street or anything ) but whenever one comes near me I’m like, “Get that yippity yappity crap away from me, or someone’s going to bleed.”
I don’t know, man. They just smell so bad and they’re so clingy. Literally two things I despise the most. Give me the world’s grumpiest cat over a box of puppies any day.