* 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑣𝑒 ‎🕊

On this starry night, my heart is trembling inside

I'll give it all to you, babe

Come a little closer, take my hands

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Pickin’ up my friend from wo-ork, ’cause she’s more successful than me!

feeling lenore dove’s slender arms coil around his neck,  haymitch breathes a sigh of relief and brings her closer,  squeezing her smaller body,  his hands rubbing her back,  smoothing her hair.   he melts into her,  like wax too near to a flame,  body molding so that they fit together like two puzzle pieces.   “if you freeze up,  i’ll carry you.   we’re a team.   you’re the love of my life,  i’ll take care of you,”   he says quietly,  as though it was so simple and he could just scoop her up into his arms and bring her to safety.   the kiss to his cheekbone sets his skin on fire,  his chest tightening even more painfully.   hand cradling the back of her head,  he returns the sweet act of affection and kisses the shell of her ear.   “holdin’ me back?   right,  ‘cause if it wasn’t for you,  i’d be choppin’ off heads left and right,  ‘course i would…”   he sighs,  shaking his head and trying to show her how ridiculous her claim is.   frowning as he pulls back,  hands framing her face,   “why do you say that?”   he has his own reasons to believe the games will most likely be rigged,  they already have been rigged and that’s why she’s here,  but then something else crosses his mind and although it sounds ridiculous,  he hears himself asking,   “how does he know so much about you?”   snow.   but he refuses to say the name,  the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at the mere recollection of that disgusting,  blood-curdling encounter.   he’s the president of panem and she’s just a district girl,  it sounds ridiculous but bet i know a thing or two about your dove…   how?   why?

"course not, but when it comes down to it you'll still want to try to survive." even if he won't be going in as some cold blooded murdered like the careers. it's her fault she put him in here in the first place. fingers card through his locks while he holds her tight, she doesn't deserve this sweet boy. then there's a silence for a long minute after he's asked her about snow... her mind battling on what to tell him. "i don't know," the girl lies, doe eyes staring back at him when his hands frame her face, hard to look him in the eye when she lies but she tries, "he's been watching us. probably ever since i got noisy with the peacekeepers." skirting around the truth of her little rebellion with the orange paint she's been keeping from him. "that's probably all it takes to get a rise out of him."

“but you don't care at all when someone says my name” 𑁍 ·⁀ ༄.°

“so I think it's easier to forget than go insane”

via “untie my tongue” — asha banks