#chapter seven.

okay so... long story short??? fava has that interaction with snow and is desperate to find griffin because she needs help / is stressed but griffin is busy talking to nelly so she has to wait her turn like the impatient daughter she is but then BOOM they are able to chat and fava goes first because she just blurts out everything that just happened to her and griffin is all like ??? why the fuck is snow here ?? but also listen fava we gotta go bby and please don't fight me on this because we need YOU and fava... FOR ONCE IN HER LIFE... won't fight him or anyone she'll just agree to do whatever he needs to get safe / help the others that are relying on her (even if she's scared and wants to go help gather people but you know one step at a time)

tldr: fava is like omg snow wants to kill me and wren!! and griffin is like all the more reason to leave now!! please don't argue with me just go!! and fava is like ok just this once dad!

WHEN: An Hour or So Post-Bloodbath

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Her feet lead her to Robyn before she’s able to figure out where she’s going. They go through the motions with ease. She slides into their arms and squeezes as tight as she can, knowing that nothing can ease the anxiety felt during the Games.

“They got out,” she assures them as she pulls back to encourage eye contact. “That’s the only important thing right now. They got out.”

Her voice feels a thousand miles away as if the words aren’t rolling off of her tongue. Her ears are still ringing. She swore they hummed for days after her own Games. In this instance — this one, small thing — she’s glad that Wren can’t hear. She’ll be spared from the screams, the cannons, whatever creatures they decide to unleash on the Tributes.

deezee and fava weren't able to see each other again after they showed their asses with a big baby food fight. every time they happened to cross paths, someone quickly ushered one of them away in an attempt to "keep the peace" so to speak. but they had a lot of silent conversations with angry glances across the room at each other when they were able to do so.

lil hc wrap-up w/ @silverostro

silver and fava have not had a moment to speak at all. now fava has TRIED to locate silver but damn oh damn is silver always doing something fam. here's hoping they'll be able to reconnect in ablaze because fava has some things to say. also because fava wants her actual friends to be safe lol

lil hc wrap-up w/ @dcwnhardin

i'm going to keep this very brief because we all know that fava and hudson are ultimately there for each other in all aspects of life because of #traumabonding and #love and this quell has been no different for them!

they have been with each other as much as possible and have checked in / caught each other up on everything that's happened around them whenever they have the opportunity. are they sleeping? not well, bitch! but at least they're suffering together??? idk pros and cons. they make a point to have moments together that are full of quiet understanding and long, much needed hugs.

post gage's death, however, hudson -- admittedly -- checked out of the games for obvious reasons and fava's been doing her best to be there for hudson while also still very much panicking over her sister. but obbviously hudson is having a hard ass time and can't bring themselves to watch so fava is doing a lot of "do you want me to tell you what happened?" at the moment but they're gonna get out of this together!!

nelly & fava have obviously been together on/off this whole experience -- most notably when fava needed help making herself look good before she went to go talk to potential sponsors. during those moments together, they took the time to check in on each other. nelly reminded fava to be soft and personable and fava gave nelly some pointers on how to compartmentalize in order to try and make all of this feel less overwhelming.

Wren isn’t alone anymore and she’s thankful for that, but there’s still so much work to be done. So much begging to do. Which is exactly why Fava is sitting on Nelly’s bed as the latter works to hide the dark circles that formed from her lack of sleep.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how heavy it feels,” she says of the make up. “Maybe if I wore it everyday, but…” In what universe would that happen? She would pay to be barefaced and back home in Twelve. (With her family in one piece and less traumatized.) “It’s like battle armor for you, isn’t it?” The realization comes suddenly and Fava tilts her chin higher to look at Nelly. “It makes you feel put together, so it’s easier for you to fake it.”

WHEN: Evening of the Big Separation (sad face)

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To be frank, Fava found talking to be exhausting enough but begging? Her personal layer of hell. Being personable has never been her strong suit. She has a distinct warm up period. Just ask Griffin. Or Hudson. Or literally anyone.

She knows she has to get over her social block regardless in order to help Wren. The other members of Twelve – and Districts in general – can’t be the only people lobbying for her sister. It would be most effective coming from her, but she can’t get out three words without a frog in her throat. Quite honestly, she’s a mess. She’s stuttering and sniffling like a weak little toddler and she hates it. She hates the fact she can’t utter Wren’s name without panic soaking her every feature. Even through the makeup that Nelly carefully applied in order to make her look more, well, approachable.

It’s been hours since Wren has been on her own, hours since Fava’s been on her feet and talking to anybody that would lend her an ear. What does she have to prove for it? A half-eaten sandwich and a mug of tea, untouched. She’s on the couch, piled under two blankets, when Griffin enters. (She’s freezing today. Can’t seem to regulate her temperature. Is that a symptom of stress or is she finally dying?)

WHEN: Shortly After the Big Separation (sad face)

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This is the worst case scenario — Wren, alone.

Stationed in front of the screen, it feels impossible to breathe. She feels an immense pressure in her chest as if the world – her world – is caving in around her. Tears well up in her eyes and she hates herself for not being able to control the flush of panic that she feels. There are other members of Twelve talking and she can feel their eyes on her, but she can’t hear them. It sounds warbled and wrong, like they’re underwater.

Fava dislodges herself from Hudson, only then aware of how tight she was squeezing their arm, and apologizes under her breath. She needs space. (They understand. They always do.)

She registers that she should stay, that she isn’t the only one that’s hurting by what just transpired, but can’t just sit there; not when the fear is licking at the pit in her stomach, not when the voice inside her head is starting to make the bad decisions sound like good ones.

So, she runs.

She runs fast.

Fava doesn’t know where she’s going, she’s just tearing down hallways and staircases like they’re the familiar streets of home. Home, a place where she’d like to be if only to wrap her arms around her mother and bond over the trauma of a lost sister. Her mind is racing and her heart is in her throat and then: stars.

Her back hits the ground and her head rebounds slightly. She closes her eyes tight, the light of a common area blinding her. Some gasp, but no one crowds her. Someone does help her up, but she doesn’t realize who it is until she braves the fluorescents.

It’s DeeZee. Looks like her body knew where she was going after all.