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            ‘  why wouldn’t you tell me they asked you to come?  ’      why wouldn’t they asked the daughter to the mayor of district 12 to be in a propo? especially one in the ruins of their home town. but it didn’t sit well with katniss that they had asked her to put her face for all to see, it announce herself a friend of the mockingjay. perhaps it bothered her that somehow plutarch now knew the closeness of the two girls ; whether it be through his own digging around, gale being a good solider and answering whatever he was asked about katniss or madge herself introducing her name in the fray. 

i kinda maybe love you, i kinda maybe don’t: NOT ACCEPTING

@ofkindncss.

[text]: again?![text]: man. i need to stop butt dialing. 

     “By the stream?”

The only stream is in the woods, she’s sure of that. Sometimes you could see its edges shining far off beyond the fence, but no berries grew close enough to pick from the District’s boundaries.

For a moment she doesn’t know whether to be proud of her niece or concerned - that she was brave of heart Maysille had never doubted, but going into the woods was a different kind of folly.

     “Does this mean you’ve been going into the woods?”

There’s no blame in the woman’s voice, only curiosity as she closes the door behind Madge, turns back to the kitchen where she pulls down another mug for a second cup of tea (she doesn’t ask, just takes it for granted. Worst that can happen is that the tea grows cold).

     “At least tell me you’ve been taking Katniss...or that Hawthorne boy with      you.”

It’s tossed over her shoulder, smirk hidden from view.

      finn decided he hated district twelve. he hated the coal dust that seemed to be everywhere & he hated how skinny almost everyone was. he hated those gray eyes that followed him everywhere he went--eyes just like the thirteen-year-old girl whose throat he’d slit six months ago in the arena. he couldn’t wait to leave. but... he did like the mayor’s little daughter. she was pretty & sweet & quiet--a little like mara from back home who’d gotten his first kiss in the training center before the reaping, right after he'd been told he'd be volunteering this year.