#woodenseams

[ofbrokenleaders-blog]

❝It doesn't even hurt that much. I'm fine.❞

[bedragled-blog]

♟

♟: patching up a wound.

   If there were one—- singular—- prominent aspect that prompted Annie’s most tarnished nightmares, it was blood. The thick and deep crimson liquid within, complemented by a nauseating aroma, would ultimately spark a reminder of what had been. Where there was blood, there was often chaos in the heart of her own past. And in Gale’s. And in every essence of Panem. It was titled the Rebellion ; they were the modern Dark Days. She would haul around the memory until her last day and perhaps beyond.

   Callous, coal-stained hands had been lacquered in burns, where blotches of bloodied scabs began to already form, and Gale Hawthorne was acting rather composed compared to Annie’s fretted state. His complexion sizzled, burnt from the flames that scorched his aching skin. She could not help casting her mind to the rebelling Districts—particularly 12. The survivors and the less fortunate. Did they go quickly? Or did they watch themselves and each other char into smithereens like this? No one could ever be crowned a victor in this terrible, terrible world. Pity had plastered over an expression that shot towards the man, as empathy filled her from top to bottom. It keeled over. It plummeted into her heart with a silent, beaten thud. It carried the mad girl across her suffocating wave.

   She signalled him to stay before returning with a jug of water and the few bandages that she could find. Her arm glided through grace, however reluctant, tipping the coolness over his hand lightly at first, then allowing it to soak the burns as steadily as she could contrive. These shaking bones were a result of heightened anxiety, known to be tethered to Annie Cresta. However she always strived for her best and even made a point of not wrapping the bandage around his hand instantly ( for it would keep the unwelcome heat in. )

        ❛ There… that should do it. ❜

[deepxinthexmeadow]

woodenseams liked for a starter

"I told them I just want to be alone..." Katniss muttered, not bothering to look up as the door to her room was pushed open. She had her legs tucked up under her body with her arms wrapped around them.

When the intruder didn't relent she jerked her head up, brow narrowed into a glare. It immediately softened when she realized who it was. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

[markedbygrief-blog]

woodenseams.

    { ————— ➹ ;;

         Her lungs have CONSTRICTED, copiously being filled          with the ashes of forlorn beings that have since truanted          from  their  p l a c e s. She  is  left  to disconsolate within          herself,  to  KINDLE a demoralized flame that cannot be          r e i g n e d upon. Lithe fingers become superior, && she          clings   to   her   competence   as a means   of   SANITY.          But her multiple misses at  f a c i l e targets convey seem           to  CONVEY  otherwise. Despite breathing  undiluted  air,          she     is     still   troubled   by   Peeta’s   deterioration.

              ❝  ——What if he stays this way? ❞

[unseenmockingjay]

( woodenseams )

                            ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾{ Ｋ ♐ Ｅ }╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ 

        they  weren't  going to die from the ceiling collapsing from the rubble that laid upon them         but from the  air which seemed to be thinning with each passing second. somehow prim         had  managed  to  fall  asleep  and  that   gave  katniss  some  peace   but   she   needed         something to think about, to distract her. she almost lost her sister today because of that         stupid  cat,  the  roof  was  about  to  fall and if didn't they were probably trapped under a         tonne  of  rubble.  scanning  her  eyes  around  the  tightly  spaced  room  she looked for         someone how could help. she spotted gale, he wasn't far from  her and then hit her. she         almost lost him today to. 

                ❛ are you okay? ❜

        she asked as she was a few inches from his bottom bunk bed he was on, sitting down         beside him she noticed he was still as wet as she was from the water that fell on them         from the stairs. her eyes watched him carefully.

[ofdragonskin]

              ❝Did your Mother never teach you that following                 people was rude? Especially staring at them thus.❞