a plot driven, friends focused + mutuals only multi muse blog featuring characters from various media sources.

prim lifts her head at the sound of his voice, eyelids still heavy with sleep. she lets her pencil roll to meet where paper meets spine in her tattered notebook, shoulders pulling upwards into a subtle shrug. " not long - just an hour or so. i've only been here for a few minutes. i didn't want to startle you, so i was just going over hazelle's list. " she smiles softly, loose strand of hair freeing itself from the long plait down her back. " posy's sick so i told her i would take over cleaning up around here for today. " prim folds her notebook closed and rises from her seat. she reaches across the table to remove a clean cloth to reveal herbed goat cheese, freshly made from lady's milk that morning. " i brought you some goat cheese ... it'll be perfect with whatever peeta brings over. courtesy of lady, of course. " primrose grins - a face as fresh as a raindrop, a gentle heart. " trust me, you'll love it. "

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asterid's back is faced away from the door, tendrils of hair fallen loose from the ribbon tied in her hair now framing her face as she places the herbs used to make a new batch of salve back on the shelves. she hears the door to the apothecary open then close, and it only takes listening to the first few steps to know who it is. " hi, haymitch. i'll be ready to help you in just a moment. " she places an empty glass bottle on the bottom shelf before she spins to face him, soft smile settled on her features. and before he gets the chance to ask how she knew it was him, she satisfies the curiosity with an answer. " your walk has a specific sound. i think you drag your feet a little or something. " she shrugs before lifting a hand and motioning him behind the counter. " you came at the perfect time. i need to put these - " she pushes several herb bottles in his direction as the clinking glass echoes, before turning to point at the top shelf. " - up there. do you mind? " she wipes her hands off on a nearby rag before tilting her head to the side. " then i can help you with whatever you actually came in here for. i promise. "

blythe smiles warmly as she nods, blonde waves shifting against her navy blue t-shirt with the movement. " anytime. you know i'm always here, no matter what. that's what sisters are for. " she gently bumps her shoulder into cammie's, careful not to spill her nearly overfilled beer cup while remaining worry - free for cammie's, already half gone before the conversation even started. eyes drift back to the game and excitement bubbles as nashville fire puts themselves on the board. " yes! ha! " she's nearly bouncing in her seat now, shoulders shimmying as she offers to clink her plastic cup with cammie's.

blythe's first loss happened before she could even understand the concept - brought into the world while her mother was taken from it. now over forty years later, loss came knocking on her door once again. her older brother, who she'd never lived a second of life without, left them all while on a dinner date with cammie. a dinner date. it felt so incredibly wrong - devastatingly unfair. one of the few things that felt right at the moment was seeing cammie now, despite her broken smile. " oh honey. " there's no hesitation before blythe pulls cammie into a hug as a weighted exhale follows. it was something they both so desperately needed. she rubs soothing circles into cammie's shoulder with her thumb, her cheek resting against brunette waves.