#resisteence

@resisteence· / &· Jake · * ♡

❝ Today, — ❞ she said, calm and clear like this was any other day, ❝ — I went to the farmer’s market, smiled at a toddler, and bought a loaf of sourdough that I absolutely plan to eat like a functioning person. ❞

A pause. A breath. Barely perceptible tension behind her eyes.

❝ Then I lit a candle and did yoga. No weird, creepy, unexplainable things happened. Nothing flickered, nothing hummed, nothing tried to interface with my brain. And I absolutely did not watch a lizard turn into a boy. Nope. Totally normal Tuesday. ❞

She didn’t blink either. Her tone didn’t shift. Not even a twitch to suggest she was joking.

Farmer’s market. Candle. Yoga.

❝ If anybody asks, I didn’t see anything, I don’t know anything. ❞

And she’s absolutely planning to ask what the hell she just witnessed — eventually. Once her brain finishes buffering and her skin stops crawling. But for now? She’s nodding along with the boy like any of this makes sense.

jake gets like this, sometimes. especially when they've been bought together. it should be no surprise to the two twenty year olds that eventually, this would happen -- and more often, too. what did mags and esra say ? leave him alone. let jake battle his demons. mags gives him food, sometimes, or at least leaves it there. but when finnick slowly enters jake's room in the tribute center, the meal mags had placed out hours ago was untouched.

finnick would take it upon himself, then, to see to him. he'd already ordered the avox to start a bath. something lukewarm, to not shock the system. now it was just about getting him there.

he approaches jake carefully, turning on the bedside table lamp as he goes, though he knows the other victor is not going to move anytime soon. he talks to him. jake would do the same, if the roles were reversed. " i had an avox start a bath for you. come on. it'll help. " at least, he hopes it will. finnick tugs jake up, who doesn't make much of a sound, and pulls him along to his private ensuite bathroom. and then, jake stands there while finnick gently undresses him. he's careful not to look, as best as he can.

it doesn't matter. they've seen each other in every state imaginable.

@resisteence said: "I'd believe you, you know. If you told me." @ Sebastian

          ways to talk about it

               This whole friendship thing was new to Sebastian. To be around someone that wasn't meticulously hand-picked by his father. To be around someone that could actually care about him as an individual and not have some ulterior motive? Such a mind boggling concept for the sheltered boy who was totally oblivious to the wings he was able to spread.

Not really knowing where to put hands, he was quick to lean against his yellow truck and use his elbow to prop himself up, holding onto the sleeves of his slightly too big Air Force jacket to keep bruised arms hidden.

"It's fine. Totally whatever." Translation: This sort of thing had been happening long enough as it was, so why would he try and do anything about it now?

i wasn't annoyed at all. not one bit.     YEAH, THAT'S TYPICAL JAKE. modest and true and brave and bold. a modern clark kent if he got some hair dye and no glasses - those girls really can't see past that? she wonders if clark would be able to handle half of what they do on a daily basis. the ends of her mouth twitch, a flinch of a smile on her face gone faster than it was there to begin with. if rachel was a raging volcano, leaving nothing but ash and destruction in her wake, jake is the calming sea. the thing sailors look for in the midst of a storm, the lighthouse in the storm of their fighting. she's tired. their group .. they've been through a lot together. sometimes, she forgets to be a person and not a warrior. the lines blur together that she loses herself within it.  and it's sweet, sometimes, he much he seems to care about others – it's not that rachel doesn't. but ever one track - minded, and the collateral damage of others is not usually on the forefront of her mind most of the time. she kicks a rock as they walk, nails digging into the palms of her hands where they rest in her hoodie pocket.  they're two off - kilter patterns in the same room. “right,” she's scoffs at him, her head shaking, blonde strands falling into her line of vision. 

❝ bit dramatic . ❞ five comments , hitching his pants && taking a seat next to @resisteence , pushing his hair from his face , he then looks him up && down a brow raised before he then looks out . lips thinning . five considers for a moment && then flexing his metal fingers , he reaches into his overcoat pocket && pulls out a silver hipflask . one that he carries to keep him satiated when he has his own bad dreams . hell - he's been there . it sucks . to feel like the dreams are pulling you down && causing you to drown , forcing their way into your lungs && -

five clears his throat , forcing the memories away && then offers the hipflask to the other . ❝ this has helped me a bunch of times . ❞ he says . ❝ that or i can blink && get you some sleeping pills from the pharmacy . ❞

steve  didn't  take  NOTES.  he  passed  them  to  cute  girls  who  stole  glances  at  him  from  behind  their  hair.  he  stared  blankly  at  the  board  until  holographic  shapes  started  dancing  in  front  of  his  eyesight.  at  most,  he  doodled!  so  when  harrington  opened  his  textbook  to  the  corresponding  page,  cracked  the  spin  of  his  binder  and  smoothed  his  hand  over  the  fresh  sheet  of  paper  and  took  notes  that  day,  he  got  more  than  a  few  looks.  not  his  usual  admiring  or  jealous  kind  either.  something  must've  been  WRONG  with  harrington  if  he  was  actually  paying  attention  in  class.  it  wasn't  like  it  was  a  damaging  blow  to  his  reputation  or  anything.  someone  started  whispering  that  he  must've  been  trying  to  impress  some  girl  with  his  aptitude  for  learning.  it  didn't  take  that  long  for  everyone  to  turn  their  heads  away  and  carry  on  as  usual. 

steve  wasn't  stupid,  though.  he  didn't  push  his  luck  by  raising  his  hand  if  he  didn't  quite  understand  a  section,  or  if  he  was  behind  a  couple  of  sentences  while  trying  to  keep  up  with  the  teacher.  that  would  be  social  suicide.  craning  his  neck,  he  peaked  onto  the  pages  of  the  other  class  nerds  and  related  through  morse  code  by  tapping  his  page  what  parts  he  missed.  they'd  hesitate  but  ultimately  raise  their  binders  for  him  to  get  a  quick  look.  it  wasn't  like  this  was  a  test  or  anything,  so  what  was  the  harm  in  letting  him  copy?  steve  had  to  admit,  it  made  the  class  go  by  a  lot  faster  than  goofing  around  all  period.  when  the  bell  rang,  he  filed  into  the  hall  with  the  masses  and  ran  SMACK  into  jake's  chest.  ❝  hey,  man!  i  was  about  to  send  out  the  search  party.  got  your  notes  from  class,  ❞  he  pressed  the  notebook  towards  the  other  guy.  ❝  can't  having  you  miss  out  before  the  BIG  TEST  on  friday.  it  should  be  outlawed  to  examine  us  right  before  the  weekend,  but  whatever,  right?  i  don't  make  the  rules.  ❞

while  he  rambled,  his  brown  eyes  delivered  a  once  over.  rumors  were  an  epidemic  in  a  small  town.  high  school  was  a  million  times  worse.  most  of  their  classmates  and  some  of  the  teachers  had  given  up  on  jake  pulling  through.  talk  of  him  disappearing  all  the  time,  hanging  out  with  the  wrong  element…  kid  was  hopeless.  usually,  steve  didn't  pay  attention  to  all  that  garbage  until  he  knew  the  facts.  he  saw  everyday  just  how  harmful  word  of  mouth  could  be  on  a  person.  it  would've  been  lame  to  corner  jake  and  demand  to  know  the  TRUTH,  so  he  figured  he'd  help  him  out  by  keeping  up  with  classwork.  it  was  the  least  he  could  do,  and  he  wasn't  using  that  time  for  himself,  anyway.  academically  speaking.  steve  could  flirt  with  his  desk  neighbors  some  other  time.