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“ why don’t you just let me handle the rest of the speeches?  they won’t mind me speaking  —  they’ll like it.  it’ll be fine. ”    in reality, it’ll be better for her if they don’t show how badly she handles all the capitol shows and expectations, even just in the districts.  he can smile and manage his way through whatever they want him to do and say.  and it’ll be easier, even without all the years of practice, because he doesn’t know those tributes, and speaking to their families won’t be the same for him as it is for annie.    “ you’ve got to finish the tour.  you have to.  but . . . ”    he shrugs and halfway smiles.    “ but there are things that i can do.  let me help you, okay? ”    he can’t save her from everything they throw at her, but he can do something. 

a  huff  of exasperation,  and  he  places  his  hands  on  either  side  and  leans  back  onto  them,  fingertips curling  to  scratch against  the  metal  table.  sitting still  and  silent with  nothing  to distract  himself  from  the  touch  flooding  his golden  skin,  prepping it  for  lusting gazes  peeling  back  the  thin  layer  of  clothing  provided, reminding  him  that soon,  very  soon,  they  will  be  free  to  do  more  than  merely  look. he  could  scream into  his  hands  and  throw  his  palms  over  his  ears.

PLUSH   LIPS   PULL   AWAY,   pursing   together   as   the   taste   of   fragrance   lingered.   rolling   blue   hues,   an   infectious   laughter   escaping   at   the   phrase.   (   OH   HOW   IT   FELT   TO   FEEL   GENUINELY   HAPPY.   )   a   quick   peck   before   rolling   out   from   beneath   silky   black  sheets,   walking   to   the   vanity   and   applying   glossy   lip   balm.   even   with   a   plain   face,   messy   hair,   and   a   baggy   shirt   covering   her   figure,   appearance   was   still   crucial.   “   have   you   looked   in   the   mirror?   we’re   hot   to   begin   with;   our   personalities   are   just   an   added   bonus.   ”   hopping   back   onto   the   bed,   straddling   the   blonde,   fingers   intertwining,   smiling   ever   so   brightly,   “   so   i   was   thinking...   ”   never   a   good   sign   with   this   one.   “   since   josie   is   with   our   mom   and   my   dad   is   playing   hero   with   hope   for   the   weekend   and   technically   there’s   no   real   supervision.   what   if   we   threw   a   foam   party   for   the   school   and   locals?   ”   PARTY   GIRL   LIZZIE,   always   looking   for   the   thrill   of   drunken   antics.   “   we   get   to   mess   with   the   townies,   be   drinking   while   relaxing   in   bikinis,   and   show   off   just   how   cute   we   are.   you   never   know   what   else   the   night   entails,   baby.   what   do   you   say?   ———   wanna   cause   some   trouble?   ”

how can she say that?  how can she have the strength and the peace to say that, with all that’s happened?  with how she loses finnick?  it isn’t peaceful or easy the way he dies;  gale knows and is there, and he hears and sees and feels the agony and the heat.  annie cresta is stronger than him, he realizes, because he still can’t say or imagine such a thing about his father dying  —  about anybody he loves dying.    “ look, i know we don’t know each other that well, ”    he offers quietly, where, though they’re surrounded by mourners and others at this makeshift funeral for their losses, nobody else but annie can hear him.    “ but if you need anything  —  whatever you need?  you let me know, okay? ”    she’ll be alone, mags and finnick both gone, and she’s pregnant  —  where’s the fairness in that? 

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