#defenseonly

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⁀ ✉︎ ⸜     𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 .ᐟ     (     @defenseonly     )     | | |    ⤷      meme   :       [  TAKE  ]:  sender  takes  a  hit  meant  for  receiver.

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝  from  behind  the  overflowing  trash  bins  —  no  warning,  just  the  glint  of  a  cheap  knife.  flynn  was  already  moving.  the  blade  grazed  flynn’s  arm  slicing  through  his  sleeve.  he  hissed,  more  out  of  annoyance  than  pain,  pressing  his  hand  over  the  shallow  cut  as  the  mugger  bolted.  he  inspected  the  blood  on  his  palm.  he  nudged  daniel  lightly  with  his  uninjured  arm.  ❝  non-fatal,  before  you  ask.  dramatically  inconvenient,  but  non-fatal.  ❞

" you let johnny go with nick ? " good job, voice of reason ! " oh, they are never coming back. in fact, they're driving into the sunset as we speak. "

   she waved it off before he even had the chance to finish his sentence,   mug clutched between both hands as she sat down on the bench beside him. she'd never been much like mags had been, with that soft, comforting nature of hers, or even wiress who had been strange but calming regardless. they'd been handed the worst deck that year, but their mentors had been the one stroke of luck. maysilee was too rough around the edges to emulate that same energy, but she did try her best to be helpful and transparent while also remaining hopeful. she approached things a hell of a lot differently than haymitch did, not that she could entirely blame him for his surly demeanor. he'd lost everything. she didn't let that give him a pass to be a jerk, though, and often gave him a hard time about how he treated their mentees year after year.

   this time someone beat her to the punch . . .   literally.

   she wasn't ashamed to admit she had laughed.   maysilee believed that people could say what they wanted with the expectation that sometimes those words had consequences. the consequence for haymitch was a mean right hook. it reminded her so much of her slapping drusilla back when she was just 16, refusing to accept the disrespect from their poor excuse of an escort. she respected it, and hoped daniel could hold onto that energy in the arena too.

she's been spreading herself a little thin. after the incident at the tournament, it's like she can't give enough of herself to her friends, to her relationship. she wants to be at their side, needs to be. taking care of others is her default setting. needless to say, she's been working overtime since they got home. in the little time they have before the tournament resumes, she wants nothing but to bring them some comfort. & so, she'd thought sam could use a little time with her & yas. a sleepover. a something... over. none of them are sleeping well, that's for sure. sam's been tossing & turning & she had simply given up on trying to fall asleep. she'd decided to sneak down to the kitchen, instead. she'd figured the girls would join her soon, if their restlessness has been any indication. she definitely didn't expect to find someone already at the kitchen counter. " mister larusso ! hi. " her voice is hushed, her features morphing into something close to an apology for intruding. " i'm having a little trouble falling asleep... did you want to be alone ? "

" i know you told me not to, but i just showed off my awful italian to your mother & i'm pretty sure that now i'm not getting dessert. "