#ferropuellae

tell me your honest opinion of me on anon

te ars fal l ing down myf a ce

yo listen here you are perfect and you are wonderful and i FREAKIN LOVE YOU OKAY?

             ❝ send me a URL & I'll talk about them.❞ 

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              ❝ 𝔸𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦-- --                   Aren't you a little too young                   for a place like this? ❞ 

           ❝----- ain't it a teeny-tiny bit late for you to be out on your own?❞

The sword's hilt had become warm from continuous carrying, gamemakers didn't have the decency for a sheath. Cato trudged through the thick wood, still searching for the pair of lovers who were stupid enough to announce it. They were a joke do him, though Panem loved it.

It's not like they were the only ones with feelings, hell Cato himself was a beacon for relationships back home, not that he ever cared about the girls who tried too hard. He already had his eye on one.

Clove had gone to The Feast for more supplies, hoping that she'd catch Katniss. Loverboy was still alive, there hadn't been a cannon fire since Marvel got an arrow through his chest but not for long, With a gash that bad it would fester and he'd wait for the familiar boom went off and his picture in the night sky to show up.

He hadn't strayed too far, the reason being if Clove got into trouble along the way. The monster from 11 was still out there and it Clove's knives wouldn't do shit against a giant like him.