00:00:00 ( because what better a meeting ? )
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muse's reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
00:15:44
Gale was exhausted, and he wanted to do nothing more than head back to his own quarters to get some rest, but the numbers on his wrist kept him wide awake at the same time. It wasn't that he had some high hopes, and he most definitely had bigger worries at the time, like his best friend being in the hospital after getting shot. Still, there was a certain thrilling notion to the idea of meeting his soulmate.
00:06:12
Although he knew Katniss would be getting her dinner at the hospital, old habits seemed to die hard and Gale gathered everything for two meals, both his own and Katniss' from the dining hall. It had taken some convincing, seeing as everyone was entitled to a certain amount as not to mess up the carefully calculated rations Passing by both his family as the Everdeens sitting together with Delly Cartwright at one table, he gave them a tight lipped smile and lifted the food tray to express he would talk them later. Catnip needed him right now.
00:00:02
It was like he had already suspected, he thought when he looked down at his wrist, the tray still clutched in his grip. He was only a couple of steps away from the white curtain and he knew Katniss would be lying in a bed behind it, so she had to be his soulmate. Maybe it wasn't actually meeting a person, but just talking to them again. Any encounter was a meeting in a way, or so he told himself.
00:00:00
The curtain was being drawn back and a girl walked out that most definitely wasn't his Catnip. Gale froze mid-step and simply stared at her for a beat too long. Of course, he recognized her, even bruised and beaten up as she was, it was undeniably the victor from District 7. Johanna Mason. She looked even more beautiful in person than on tv. If only she wasn't so...tortured. It filled him with even more rage than usual towards the Capitol and he grit his teeth, wanting nothing more than to burn down the world to make up for everything that had been done to her. How dare they touch her?
"Johanna," he breathed, his hand already coming up to gingerly touch her jaw, where she sported another bruise, yellow-ish as it healed slowly. "I'm--"
"Soldier Hawthorne, you can't take any food from the dining hall!"
"--Gale Hawthorne."