; Marionette

It wasn’t an easy task to convince Coin to actually let them above ground for a few hours. Athena understands that she doesn’t have as much sway with the president as Katniss or even some of the other victors, but she has enough sway to get them an hour or two outside of the concrete walls of Thirteen. 

She offered him a smile.Going out would distract her from the fact that the others were off fighting without her. “I’ve heard that they’re supposed to be beautiful since we’re way out here.”

     How sweet the word tasted on the tip of his tongue, his body eager to escape the wretched confinement he had been in for months. Finally, he would be able to feel the wind against his skin, to hear the song of the night, to watch the stars overhead and know that there is a much bigger plan for them all. He had been desperate to see the sunset and to admire the aftermath of it, so much so that he found his pace quickening when his shoes felt the soft ground covered in grass. This was what he had longed for during his torture and even his recovery, the ability to roam freely, to admire the natural world. 

“Isn’t it beautiful? It’s   my favorite color. The   orange in the sunset I   mean.” 

     Peeta finished, his blue hues moving from the sky to rest on her face for a moment before returning to admire the colors all dancing together. He still recalled the last time he had been freely able to admire such a thing. It had been winter in a life he had long forgotten. But now his life was much different. He was a mutilated shell of whom he used to be, someone that was generally feared within his new community. Everyone he used to know avoided him as much as they could, but never Athena. 

“Can I ask you... Why  would you risk coming   out here with me alone?   Why would you waste   one of your demands on   me?” 

feel free to change pronouns , tenses , etc .

feel free to change the pronouns and things to fit your muse!

“take a deep breath. start at the beginning.”

“well, you’re at a disadvantage being a, you know, a virgin.”

“god, you’re so fucked up.”

{text}: your face is annoying me.

“i know we’re not officially talking but i need help with my tie.”

“boy-girl friendships can be very complicated sometimes.”

“that was one the most embarrassing moments of my entire pathetic existence.”

“is it crazy to think like that?”

“what about _____? have you told her?”

“keep in touch, okay?”

“you’re turning out to be more interesting than you look!”

“it’s a girl, if you must know.”

“being a girl sucks.”

“i’ve been sent to play fairy godmother.”

“it’s time to realize that you’re here with us.”

“you dreamt you were an inanimate object?”

{text}: i miss you, _____. please come visit, ok?”

“why can’t you drink? if that’s not a rude question.”

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST SAY FUDGE?!”

“i’m glad you’re fine because i’m not!”

“you thought i was jealous of you? no, i pity you!”

“i wanna meet her. i’m her dad.”

“has anyone ever told you that you have the most amazing eyes?”

“you should see her little face light up when he walks in the room!”

“i just want to belong to someone.”

“is that lipstick you’re wearing?”

“that’s how fucked up your life is.”

“i never got to say goodbye.”

“so keep chasing those dreams, darling. for my sake.”

“how can someone just…not be there anymore?”

“i just need to know one thing. are you happy with him?”

“you deserve someone who loves you with every bit of his heart.”

“every time something goes on in my life, all i have to do is look at yours and it puts everything into perspective.”

“maybe we’re just not meant to be.”

“your friendship has brought glorious technicolor to my life.”

“_____ kissed me.”

“if you reject him now, he’s gonna make his life’s mission to meet the most perfect, beautiful girl in the world just to try and get over you and end up marrying this other woman and spending the rest of his life with her. and, you know, tell himself that she’s perfect, he really must be happy. but she won’t be you.”

“your father would be so proud of you.”

The arrow flew gently from her fingertips, caressing the air as it soared onward to it’s target. These traps that the Capitol and its lovely president had set up were getting easier to notice without the Hollow. She had expected this one to be flames or perhaps rubble crushing down to the ground, either way the movement of her weapon should set it off quite nicely without anyone getting injured. 

A boom echoed throughout the deserted city, her job believing to be over, and the cost seeming to be clear. Everyone had separated and she was with Peeta, along with another solider, one of the Leegs. Her feet started to lead backward to where the other two were safe, Leeg standing up to join her when something unexpected occurred. 

Another bomb.

Katniss could feel the heat against her back and a cry jump from her lips as the girl crumbled to the ground. Leeg was worse off, her corpse laying on the ground. That meant only one person was her hope; Peeta. Somewhere they’d both been before, though she’d never been on the edge of death. Seeing him behind the crashed structure she spoke softly to him in the hopes of keeping him calm.

                                ❝ It’s okay. I’m fine.                                 I can’t feel anything. ❞

     That’s when he heard a loud explosion, one that wasn’t expected, wasn’t planned for. His eyes S H O T  upwards, blue hues scanning the area to see who was injured. He started to shake his head in a panic as he saw the corpse of one of his companions laying quite near to Katniss. Katniss. The name echoed through his mind as his feet carried him towards her. He stood over her, her words lost on him as he was too busy battling the voices in his head. One was telling him that she was to be helped and the other telling him to finish her off. His hands released the rifle he had been gifted to cover his ears in some feeble attempt to stop the shouting, to silence the unwelcome voices. His head shook back and forth as he attempted to calm himself down like they told him to do in thirteen. Count to ten and do it again until the voices stop. That’s what they told him, that was their best solution to reverse the conditioning the capitol had done to him. After a few moments, his eyelids opened again, his hands fell from his ears and he looked down at Katniss. His pupils changed size until they returned to something resembling normalcy. He bent his knees slightly and moved to grab Katniss’ arm to sling it over his shoulder. 

                              “We need to get out of the streets.” 

     He stated as he tried again to get her arm over his shoulder, but his handcuffs were stopping him from doing so. It was up to her then, she would have to choose to TRUST him or to wait for other help. 

                               “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”