#lenoredove

Daisy's Misfit Children

she falls in love with his pure heart and his genuine curiosity to learn more about the world. they share opinions, beliefs, and ideals of each other’s families—having conversations about everything and anything, and she feels safe enough to trust him with her family’s history and phrases such as “all-fire”.

she incorporates the expression into their love because she knows he will always be respectful of who she is, he has always been willing to know more about her, and she wants to let him into her world.

she loves his brother as he were her own, teaching him all about the stars, pointing out all the different constellations just as tam amber had done for her when she was young.

she canonically puts herself into danger because she couldn’t stand to be in a word that he wouldn’t be in.

“Oh, Haymitch . . . I don’t want to be on this earth without you.”

“So now you’re trying to get them to hang you? You do, and I swear I’ll — I’ll —”

“I’ll what? I’ll be dead and gone is what, in no position to do anything. But I feel so helpless now, I’ve got to try whatever I can to change her mind.”

she feels so much guilt and blames herself for his reaping—something that was way beyond her control. the moment haymitch hears her voice, he can tell what she’s thinking about and he manages to talk her out of it.

because he knows her. he’s been studying her ever since he fell in love with her, he knows all her quirks, all her emotions, and the way she thinks.

but she knows him too.

she knows he sometimes feels like he has the whole world on his shoulders, she knows he craves her comfort and she’s always there to hold him until he feels ready to come back to himself.

she’s also incredibly patient and gentle with him, backing down the moment she sees him feeling bad or stressed.

“I didn’t say it was just because it was my birthday. I said —” What did I say? I can’t even remember now. “Sorry, you’ve lost me.”

Her face falls. “No, I’m sorry. It really is your birthday, and here I am going on about who knows what.”

they have such a strong bond and she’s proved time after time how much she loves him and he knows it, because when snow tries to get into his head it doesn’t work.

she listens to stories about the family she never got to meet and places she’s never seen, longing to experience the same things they once did.

she mourns her people, her freedom and the life that was stolen from them.

“Wearing my mama’s dress is the only thing keeping me together right now, it’s like she’s wrapping her arms around me.”

similarly to lucy gray, lenore dove found comfort by stitching little scraps of her family’s colorful clothes into her own. she felt closer to them that way, and she made sure to honor their memory by carrying their colors around district 12, refusing to let their colors fade.

she wasn’t letting the capitol silence their voices.

“I think about the bits of color Lenore Dove adds to her wardrobe, the bright blue, yellow, and pink. Are they scraps from this girl’s dress? A way to keep her memory alive?”

“I think of the misty look she gets when she talks about the open road, the life of the Covey,”

“We move from place to place as the fancy takes us.” Lucy Gray caught herself. “Well, we used to anyway. Before the Peacekeepers rounded us up a few years back.”

she’s the only covey that never got to experience life beyond district 12, and yet she was able to picture a life without pain, a life where she and her loved ones could finally be free from the ever-growing fear and terror that they’re so used to.

she felt like a canary trapped in a cage, but she yearned to become a raven, free to roam around and free to speak her mind up, no matter the consequences.