The Capitol (the hunger games)
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follow me at my theme blog though (consurgetthemes) I’ll post my own themes soon and it would be cool if someone looked at them uvu
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"Katniss," she responded, the tense corners of her lips
turning up to welcome the other. Twisting the fabric on
her jacket between her fingers, her eyes scanned the
scenery. "Where am I?"
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“I don’t believe we’ve met.” the blonde woman peered up through untrimmed bangs. “Cecelia.” her tone was inquisitive as she pondered about their character. Good or bad? Safe or threatening? Friend or foe?
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"I can't answer that; although if we feel the same,
I suppose it makes us both nothing."
⚔ —— : katniss
❝I’m a monster.❞
"If that’s what you think about yourself, then what does that make me?”
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No matter how many times I see this, I still can’t decide whose face is the best
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[ "that's almost too bad,"
she whispers, barely audible. without its
usual defensive demeanor, the remark died
between her lips. in ways she'd rather not
admit, the fire which once fueled her resolve
smoldered away without him. she inhales, the
familiar feeling of his caress warming her body
as her muscles relax against his frame.
lips forming a smirk, she pulls away just long
enough to retaliate.
"two can play at this game, mellark."
raising her eyebrows, she snatches the carrot in
his fingertips as she plunges it in the dip, proceeding
to rub the cheese in a streak down his cheek.
anticipating worse in response, she backs away,
suppressing laughter. ]
” can’t get rid of me that easy. “
he mimics her smile, the corners of his lips tugging faintly.
despite their light attitudes, the exhaust proves to have
taken a toll through such a small gesture. his fingers curl
against the threads of her shirt, fanning the fabric closer
to her skin to hold her in place. the pressure of her kiss
expands over his skin, warmth pooling to the area that
received the gentle caress. — - even now the affection
managed to unhinge any second thoughts.
” why would i do that? you’re only pretty when
you sleep. "
he snags broccoli, dips it in the spread and plops the
veggie into his mouth. a few chomps later and he knows
he will deserve a smack if he receives one. instead he
grabs another carrot and holds it to her mouth in a peace
offering, despite stifling a smug expression.
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[A roll of the eyes.] "That was
actually the polite way of asking
you to leave. I'm not in the mood
for it, Haymitch."
"Sweetheart, if we need to add a head check to the list, your likeability is gonna plummet six feet underground."
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"I adore you."
“You are adorable.”
“I’ll protect you with my life.”
“I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me.”
“A storm is coming.”
“You are cute but we’re not going to be a thing.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Give me a sign!”
“I want to be your friend.”
“I need you.”
“I hate you!”
“Get over it.”
“That was rude.”
“I’m trying to flirt with you, okay?”
“You are my enemy.”
“I like when you smile.”
Send one for my muse’s reaction.
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❛ i need to lie down. ❜
[ “are you sick?” after the initial shock of his request, she focused on providing aid for the victor. her medical experience was limited; it only extended to being in the presence of her mother and Prim. with slight panic, she gestured to the cot a few steps away. frowning, she reasoned, approaching his side. “what can I do to help?” ]
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