IT'S JUST NOT MY YEAR.
[the hunger games. chaff, brutus, and the quarter quell. 3.3k.]
““you're sober,” he says, something almost like surprise in his tone. chaff can tell from his voice that he’s drunk — his two accent is just a little too strong for him to be sober. “you're drunk,” chaff replies. “what a fun reversal of our usual roles,” he adds, dryly.” or: chaff and brutus, the night before the quarter quell.
anyway the idea of chaff/brutus hit me like a lightning strike six months ago and has been compelling me ever since. i hope it compels you as much as it compels me <3
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