#wickedaxe

[withereth]

cont. | @wickedaxe

she'd   been   told   once   that   the   capitol   feared   her   ,   but   she   wasn't   sure   that   she   believed   it   .   worrying   enough   to   leave   alone   ,   someone   not   trusted   to   hold   her   own   on   screen   regularly   without   drawing   so   much   sympathy   as   to   question   the   capitol   .   four   was   not   so   MILITANTLY   enforced   as   the   outer   districts   ,   both   a   blessing   and   a   curse   .   their   children   enjoyed   FREEDOM   AND   SUNSHINE   .   that   was   more   than   most   could   say   .   of   course   ,   they   also   were   told   that   someday   ,   it   might   be   their   honor   to   serve   their   country   in   the   games   .   can't   have   it   all   .   victors   though   ,   they   could   be   poked   and   prodded   however   anyone   felt   necessary   .

eyes   stare   into   the   flickering   candles   ,   watching   the   flames   DANCE   .   such   a   simple   sight   ,   but   it   always   left   her   in   awe   .   "   well   ,   i'd   be   afraid   of   you   ,   if   i   were   them   .   no   chance   to   be   displeased   .   "   she   offered   up   .   definitely   a   compliment   .   an   implication   of   UNDERRATING   ,   rather   than   admitting   to   some   all   mighty   power   of   the   government   .   she   knew   as   well   as   most   that   the   punishments   could   be   severe   and   cruel   .   then   again   ,   she   lived   on   the   side   of   the   punished   ,   rather   than   the   side   given   rules   to   ABIDE   BY   .   a   pause   ,   eyes   squinting   for   only   a   moment   .   "   what   is   this   ,   with   the   candles   ?   i   like   it   .   "

[s1dew4ys]

@wickedaxe liked for a starter from david ❤︎

HE SHIFTS UNCOMFORTABLY. eyes glued to the ground. he never knows how to interact with the tributes. he feels a wave of guilt wash over him and david wonders how far away he is from the nearest trash can. he needs to vomit so badly. he knows how they must view him. he's from the districts and yet every year when they come to him with ideas for the next game, he helps. at first, when he was just a boy, it was thrilling. the thinly veiled promises that he wouldn't be reaped on top of the ability to expand his mind was too tempting to turn down. and now he was far too deep in the hole. it blocked out any sense of son. he hated who he became. ❝ how long do these events last? i'm starting to feel ill... ❞

[hijckcd]

— @wickedaxe liked for a starter !

❛   it’s like déjà vu   . . .   ❜      there is ice within her words.      eyes ever watching give the district seven tribute a glance over at the overzealous dress her stylist undoubtedly foresaw as mesmerizing for the interviews.      by capitol standards , it was.      cora’s own taste deviated from the norm of the citizens of the city   —   her own white , simple gown proof of such.      but she was not the one walking into the arena once more.      no.      no that honor rested upon twenty four victors who thought they were safe.      (   and what a show it will be.   )      catching sight of brutus and enobaria not far off , still holding that unsure look to their eyes whenever she was around , cora turned her gaze back to the woman from seven before her.      ❛   i would say the cards are stacked in your favor if you ask me.      so many older victors here   . . .   should be a easy sweep for you with you axe.   ❜

[creptupon]

@wickedaxe / continued.

"but when will it be enough, johanna?" she frowns at the other woman and the look of rage that has overtaken her face. but annie recognizes that her sneer morphs from anger, hurt—all justified—but annie is so tired. tired of hurting, tired of watching, tired of waiting. she looks down into her lap, feeling miserable. "if finnick were here—" she starts then stops. she definitely doesn't need another jab at how he's gone. so instead she presses her lips into a thin line and starts again. she has to count to five before she speaks. "and after that? will you finally be satisfied? will justice be served? how many hunger games with the capitol children will make a fair trade for everything we've been through? she recognizes that she's probably pushing her too far, but now she is angry too. "why stop at one then, johanna? in your heart, don't you want more?"

[burnarrow]

starter @wickedaxe

Her  home  is  unlocked,  just  like  Haymitch’s.  I  guess,  since  parents  can’t  save  their  children  from  the  reapings,  locked  doors  won’t  either.  Still,  the  beautiful  door  opens  with  a  loud  creaking  like  a  frog  singing  during  the  hottest  night,  letting  me  know  it’s  meant  to  be  heard.  I  closed  it  with  a  “hello!”

The  sound  echoes,  reverberating  through  the  empty  halls.  Eerie  tickles  me  vigilant.

She  must  have  forgotten  our  previously  scheduled  date,  because  she’s  nowhere  to  be  found  as  I  wander  into  the  living  room.  The  lament  instilled  into  the  pristine  walls  makes  for  a  gloomy  home,  even  sticking  to  my  clothes,  and  I  don’t  blame  her.  I  wouldn’t  be  here  if  it  weren’t  for  my  family,  for  giving  me  something  to  fight  for.

(  maybe,  that’s  why  I’m  here  )  Giving  Johanna  something  to  fight  for.  It’s  her  untimely  manner  that’ll  throw  a  wrench  in  my  attempt  at  befriending.

I  hear  her  heavy  feet  stomp  across  her  pouch,  first.  But,  before  she  can  get  throw  the  front  door  open,  I’m  there  first  and  start  with  a  decoy,  “haymight  said  you  needed  me?”

[withereth]

[ SNIP ]: having discussed the matter, the sender gives the receiver a haircut. (reversed if you like!)

the   big   chop   .   it   had   to   happen   some   day   ,   that’s   what   EVERYONE   told   her   ,   and   she’d   fought   it   tooth   and   nail   .   even   in   the   games   ,   so   long   ago   ,   annie   was   used   to   the   tips   of   her   hair   SWISHING   at   her   waistline   .   motherhood   caused   endless   problems   ,   but   chiefly   ,   grabby   little   hands   pulling   at   the   locks   .

“   are   you   sure   that   i   won’t   look   stupid   ?   ”   she’s   sure   that   she’s   done   much   SCARIER   things   .   cliff   jumping   ,   petty   theft   ,   surviving   the   damn   hunger   games   .   the   list   goes   on   ,   but   somehow   pales   in   comparison   to   the   SHEARS   in  @wickedaxe  ‘s   hand   above   her   seat   in   the   center   of   the   kitchen   .   “   i   don’t   know   if   i’m   COOL   ENOUGH   to   pull   this   off   .   ”

[withereth]

@wickedaxe said: "do you think i'm a good person?"

no   hesitation   on   an   answer   ,   something   she   hopes   to   not   regret   .   deep   down   ,   she   knows   she   never   would   .   “   of   course   i   do   ,   ”   foolish   optimism   had   a   tendency   to   CREEP   ,   but   she   knows   this   doesn’t   reek   of   the   TELLTALE   signs   .   it   was   hard   to   be   bad   and   care   so   much   about   anything   ,   she   imagined   .   “   if   you   weren’t   ,   i   think   you’d   be   much   nicer   ,   ”   the   comment   doesn’t   have   the   BITE   it   might’ve   from   anyone   else   ,   softened   by   a   smile   .   “   you’d   at   least   care   less   about   making   us   think   that   you’re   mean   .   ”

[realmsdelite]

@wickedaxe liked for a thing

a glass of wine is extended toward the other woman, the corners of her lips twitching the slightest bit ( fighting back the beginnings of an amused smile ) as she raises her own glass, taking a long drink before she speaks, " you do know it is going to be rather difficult to form an alliance with her, if you insist on antagonizing her. she is hardly the trusting sort, " she could not imagine how any of them could be, much less now, when it came to the third quarter quell — an arena full of people who had experience, a good chunk of them who were fighting all the harder to return home, after even that false sense of security was ripped from their grasp. and others... who were fighting for something bigger, something more. with katniss everdeen at the forefront of it, whether the girl knew it or not. she had not gotten to speak to her in person, but from what had she heard, she seemed to be rather similar to johanna herself.