#flightlessmxckingjay

Fingers trace the string of the bow as it rests against the side of the wall before moving to the feathers on top  the arrows that reside in the quiver, a smile basks worn lips as memories pull forward and his weapon of choice was the same as her own but his memories were fonder, he’s sure. “You going out to hunt today?”

I've been gone for so long now Chasing everything that’s new I have forgotten how I got here I have not forgotten you We were just children with our eyes opening You were all that i could see You came close enough to know my heart beat but Still not close enough for me

nick cave noises – @flightlessmxckingjay

No, she surely wasn’t.

Reminded Benny just a little of himself, the year he was reaped. Coulda made three of her from one of him, tall and strong as he was back then, head and shoulders above most of the tributes, even the careers from Districts 1 and 2, been born and raised to fight. She made weapons from whatever she could put her hands on, same as he’d done, to feed himself, to feed the homeless of District Four. Mostly the children of rebellious parents. Or the orphans of rebellious parents.

He didn’t respond. A crossbow with no bolts wasn’t gonna get him far, so Benny was whittling, wondering why in the hell the famous Katniss Everdeen was crouched by the same tree he was. Should oughtta offer her a pair of long splinters to prop those pretty eyes open, since apparently, she was afraid to sleep.

He shrugged. “Could serve you well. Might not.” Depended if it made her stupid or not.

In the trees, there were things shifting, growling, growing. How the damn Capitol had managed to tear a hole in reality, throw them all into another dimension (they’d called it Purgatory, and Benny was starting to wonder if that might not be literal) he hadn’t yet figured out, but since knowing wasn’t likely to get them home he didn’t much worry. He’d made his peace; they didn’t intend for anyone to get back, not this time. Wasn’t even convinced there were video cameras. Hadn’t seen a single fuckin’ tracker jacker, not a single acid storm. Only death. Purgatory full of trouble makers; the Capitol had already won.

There were screams. Maybe the worst Benny had ever heard. He tried not to think on it.

“If it comes down to you or me, though, cher, you run. Save yourself. Couple o’ years, my looks’ll go,” he joked, waving at his face, the terrible scars he’d been wearing since he’d emerged the victor more than twenty years ago. “Maybe you’re not afraid to die, but me…”

He winked.

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general:  Katnissssss. Okay so one of the few characters I will do a crossover with, and that’s because?? well I love Katniss so much ?? Like. I love THG. And I think she was just such a badass, doing what she did so selfishly to protect her sister. Like, preisdent snow can fuCK right off. Katniss is a precious baby who deserves everything good in the world, okay? okay.how they play them:  fucking perfectly.the mun:  refer to benny about gina because… same… person…

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them:  yessss. one of the only two crossovers i have and will do c: <3 baewant to rp with them: always 5evrship their character with mine: First Sergeant Winchester & Katniss 4evr.

what is my;

overall opinion: precious little cupcake go do things with katnip.

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