My papa is all I need

But it was the little voice….the little voice that startled her far more than any gruff threat that might have been thrown at her. Her eyes opened, heavy and aching and slid to the owner of the voice. It had to be Grace…the youngest of them. Still alive against all odds, the clever, clever dear. And Aurora’s heart hurt. “Help?” She rasped at her. “I’m in need of far more than that, I think. I think I’m in need of forgiveness even more. Where are your allies?” She asked. “Who’s protecting you?”

Forgiveness... she needed that, too. Not only had she killed that kid, Sasha, but also she was sure that if Amelia and Nibs were not worried about protecting her they would have had a better chance of surviving against the mutts. "I'm alone." She left it at that, the wound still too fresh in her heart. They had been more than her allies. They were friends.

 - IF YOU POST SWAN QUEEN STUFF AND DON’T TAG IT, I’M GOING TO UNFOLLOW YOU. IT TRIGGERS THE FUCK OUT OF ME, AND IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU CAN COME TO MY ASKBOX. I DON’T CARE TO ANSWER THAT IN PUBLIC. 

Aurora allowed herself to slump along the tree trunk, plopping onto the ground and observing with an anguished expression the tear in her leg. If she didn’t find something to heal it and fast, she’d likely lose more blood than she could do without…or give in to infection. Her head fell back against the tree’s trunk, and her eyes drifted closed as she attempted to catch her breath, entirely unaware of the eyes on her. Or, just maybe, she simply had stopped caring.

It was unlikely she could survive without an ally, at least for now. Hiding away until people died out was not the best option with the gamemakers getting bored whenever people were not being killed at an acceptable pace. Maybe this girl could help. Quietly, she approached her. "...Um... hi? You look like you need help..."

// it really is man. i’ma be sad as hell to see these tributes go but alas. the games are utterly unfair and evil :c