#4bernathy

from, heatwave prompt. / accepting.

🕊ㅤㅤ⁺ㅤㅤthat wasn't what she meant. and he knows that. so rightfully, he earns a glare. 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞 sinks deeper into her seat at his shiny new victor's house table, thumbs impatiently tapping against the glass of the water HE'S supposed to be drinking in her hands. pinching the inside of her cheek as the brunette casts him a look of you're not serious, holding in all the words she's burning to blurt. but instead he's being cutesy, gently smart mouthin' her. lenore dove deeply sympathizes, she knows what losing a family does to you. lost family of her own, strangers that hurt just as bad as losing blood kin, her own life almost taken from her. haymitch too, almost taken from her.

so 'course she's stoic but she's hurting about all of it, too. hurting at imagining his mother and little brother being took from him, when it wasn't supposed to be this way. she knows. and hurts for them too, even if his ma didn't seem too sure about her. that young woman still had a lot of life to live, she was so youthful and that precious brother of his was just a baby. but coping like this won't lead to nowhere neither, only to wind up in a mess of bigger problems.

@4bernathy continued from x

Katniss doesn’t answer right away.

She leans against the compartment wall of the train, arms crossed, her reflection faint in the glass window beside her. Outside, the landscape rushes by in a blur of grays and whites—snow-covered fields, broken fences, the remnants of a country pretending not to be broken. Her throat feels tight, her chest heavier than usual. She thinks about Prim, her mother, Gale. Peeta asleep down the hall. The cameras. The Capitol. The lies. They don't end. Would that be an end to whatever future she might have? One where she could choose.

“I figured,” she finally says, voice quiet. Tired. Older than the young sixteen she is. Her eyes flick toward Haymitch but don’t hold. “Just wanted to hear someone say it out loud.” For some bit of truth, even when it stings. A beat of silence passes, the train humming beneath her feet. Then, bitterly, with a hint of fire behind the words—

he hums as the two traverse the woods, because burdock can't keep quiet for any amount of time unless he's hunting. he's gotta hum or whistle or sing just as well as he's gotta breathe.

burdock lets out a faux-indignant huff when haymitch speaks from a few paces behind him. “just ‘cause you don’t know where we are don’t mean we’re lost.” he snorts and gives a shake of his head. “we.” he repeats with a gentle laugh, as though the thought of him being lost in the woods was amusing.

the air is humid and hot and maybe that's what made the trip feel so long. or maybe it was that burdie had suggested taking a different route from the lake today. he'd wanted to pick berries to bring back home. no point in coming back empty handed.

“home is...” he stops, lips pursed and takes in the surrounding trees and slowly puts his hands on his hips. he stares off for a moment, thoughtful, before saying: “huh... maybe we are lost. whoops.”

Effie's shoulders slump with a huff, though the grip of both her hands on his one remains firm. Between hair, makeup and the couture gown she's wearing, she's spent far too long getting ready to simply stand on the sidelines. Haymitch is the one familiar in the room, and the handful of men she can see already eyeing a chance to dance with her won't take their chances until later. After the previous year's success as a makeshift stylist, her name has traveled beyond her modeling career. With any luck she could be a full time stylist for the Games in no time, a goal she had only developed thanks to Twelve's recent Victor.

@4bernathy continued from here.

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

half of a sandwich sat untouched between the two siblings from ten , a silent battle of wills that both were determined to win . colt needed to bulk up , and colt had been trying to coax food into abilene since they were reaped . her stomach was too sour for much of anything , but she'd eat just enough to appease him . her eyes were focused on @4bernathy while her hands gripped the red fabric of her jumpsuit beneath the table . red was a good color . a lucky color . it was surely some kind of sign .

she couldn't help the little smile that grew on her lips at the mention of bird calls . bird calls she could do . she nodded her head enthusiastically , dark curls bouncing . she folded her hands together in the way her uncle had taught her once years ago and pressed her thumbs to her lips . from the girl came a perfect coo like a mourning dove had somehow gotten caught in the training building . she glanced over her shoulder and saw one of the girls from four look up to the ceiling , but by the time she looked back towards the newcomers abilene had lowered her hands back down to her lap .

❛ it isn't very loud but . . . i-i don't know what kind of birds are gonna be there . ❜ there was a flush to her cheeks . colt leaned back in his chair , arms crossed over his large chest . he didn't look it , but his leg was bouncing nervously under the table .