#seventhaxe

       Enobaria paused, putting her fork down to look over at the other girl. She didn’t love her, no one could, no one ever had. At least, if the did, they wound up out of her life one way or another and she couldn’t have that happen with Johanna. She couldn’t lose her too. But Eno decided to amuse her, even if she was just joking, which she obviously must have been. “So you decide to tell me when I’m stuffing my face full of pasta? Nice one, Jo.” She joked, leaning over to press a kiss to the other girl’s lips.

         “I’m perfect?” Enobaria slowed to a stop, just getting back from her jog around Seven. It was a gorgeous day, she had decided to go for a bit of a run around after the gym to look at the leaves changing colours, things she had never gotten to see in District Two. Everything was so dark and dreary and disgusting there, there  was basically no such thing as huge trees and falling leaves, that sort of thing. “Perfect in all of my sweaty, post work out glory? If you say so, my Sweet.” She had to laugh, reaching up to undo her ponytail simply to redo it a little tighter.

“What I feel…” he snorted bitterly. “I feel like my tributes are dead because I’m useless. For the eighteenth time. I’m not in the mood to talk about feelings, Jo.”

            johanna mason swings her AXE again, && kress thinks of those clips he’s SEEN of her games  ( heads rolling, limbs falling, blood pooling )  over & over again. then those eyes, dark & deep with FURY, snap up to meet kress’s gray gaze. kress almost flinches back, but then he REMEMBERS to look stronger than he feels & raises an EYEBROW.   ❛ you gonna hit me with that thing next?? ❜ 

            his hair has grown out & grown SHAGGY because it almost doesn’t matter what he  ( the pleasure tool )  looks like anymore. when the WAR ended & the women overthrew the male government, they tossed the LEADERS into prison & passed LEGISLATION forcing the male populace into positions of solely menial labor, eventually resulting in the ENSLAVEMENT that claimed finnick & countless OTHERS like him. the secretary of state -- half-mad & half-drugged more than half the time -- OWNS finnick now, && he’s nothing but a whore & plaything. there’s a party tonight in his MISTRESS’S mansion, && she’s promised finnick to whoever wants him. but the WOMEN have mostly wanted to play with him, though a couple have ORDERED him under their skirts. but then their new nation’s LEADER arrives, && the mood in the room shifts. finnick’s mistress pulls him to his feet by his matted, thick HAIR.   ❛ johanna, look at this one. ❜   she grips finnick’s BRUISED, thin cheeks with her smooth hand, turning his head to face johanna mason.   ❛ he’s PRETTY, isn’t he?? ❜ 

        But he’s not exactly one for sticking to the rules either. A smirk finds its way onto his face, eyeing over Johanna. “You need anything?”