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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒    𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓    𝐈𝐍    𝐀    𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄    𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄          that    reveals    only    a    portion    of     perfect    teeth.          signs    of    her    age    only    accentuating    timeless   beauty.           the    backs    of   decidedly    delicate    fingers    brush    against    pale    northern    skin    whilst    they   adjust        &           tighten    the    sleeve    of    the   other’s    gown.             “you’re    welcome        ,        little    dove.”               she    allows    the    slip    with    an    air    of    grace     despite    the    knowing    look    in    her    eye.             forgoing    her    soon    to    be    title    for    something   slightly    more    familiar.            𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄     𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘.               “or    should   i    call    you    my    queen    ?”            eyes    fall    from    sansa’s    eyes    to    inspect    her    work.          smoothing    down    the    lace    against    her   chest    for    the    final    time    as    digits    caress     collar    bone.          arms    once    again    falling    to    the   side    whilst    regaining    eye    contact.        “you    look   beautiful.”  

           katniss had taken her by surprise, threw her arms around her so suddenly that madge’s entire body went still. how long had it been since anyone had done this? how long since she had let them? slowly she returns the hug, just in time before katniss pulls back, grasps madge’s forearms instead. madge turns her hands to do the same, squeezing just a little. they haven’t got much time, madge knows - - hardly the time to even say goodbye. and though she doesn’t want them all to separate, she knows they have to - - - knows that with so small a team, they can’t go charging in together. 

             so she’ll go with peeta, let the others take off on their own. she’ll do what she has to to make this a success, to make every death and sacrifice worth something, somehow. whatever it is that means. 

          “don’t worry about me,” she says. “worry about getting yourself back alive.” because it’s katniss whose danger is the worst, katniss and the others with her, madge is sure of it. they all know, after all, just who the capitol really wants : the rest of them are little more than decoration, now. “i’ll see you when all of this is over.” 

send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed ; status ; accepting.

one :

alcohol fueled, sloppy and all together fast kisses. it was pure instinct that moved the two of them, everything going at the speed of light. both remember in the morning but neither mention it, a night that was fueled by alcohol and overall hatred. not to be mentioned again, at least not now.

two :

the words, i hate you are muffled out by kisses and sighing. it’s a contentedness that only the other can bring to each other. their hands are rushing, muffled this is the last times are hurried away. they get lost in each other for ten minutes, before the hatred slides back in.

three :

 love is blossoming but neither admit it, too distracted by their pasts to view it. the kisses are regular now, for a few moments they can get lost in each other. their hands in each other’s hair and their views about the other are gone. it is only them.

four : 

a goodbye kiss, a memory burdened with sadness. neither of them are ready to admit it. they can’t, because then it would make it real. the slowest kiss, soft and done with too soon. they’ll miss each other, but that won’t be said yet.

five :