#silvrmoon

 “  you're not going back out in that. ” he sighed softly, arms crossed over his chest as brown eyes fixed on the weather out the window rather than watch them gather up the final pieces of their belongings.  “  just stay until it blows over, you can tell me how shitty i am or whatever you need to make it worthwhile. ”

rowan could hardly walk straight through the aquarium feeling her lips on his skin. those eight letters made a shiver fully run down his spine as he grinned. “you don’t have to worry about not having me around. i always will be... even when you’re mad at me.” their future was so uncertain, but he’d always find himself fighting to make it back to juliette. holding onto her thighs, he took his time walking to the boat as he smiled softly to himself. “i know i should apologize for being such a dick and i am sorry for taking it out of line, but... i was going crazy,” he exhaled, just the thought of seeing the guy she had been flirting with made his veins pop. forcing himself to turn and catch a glimpse of her. 

"it wasn't like that, and you know it. i did what i needed to survive. so, don't punish me for it now."

the  last  thing  valor wants  is  to  make  friends.  not  when  he  has  to  kill  them  all  anyway.  dark  hues  fixate  on  the  female  tribute  as  she  arrives  for  the  tribute  parade,  created  to  show  off  this  year's  candidates  to  the  capitol.  one  would  remain  after  the  games and he was going to make sure it's him.  the  reaping  ceremony  was  only  a  day  ago  and  the  reality  of  valor  being  a  tribute  contesting  for  the  win  is  something  he's  still  processing.  the  stylized  look  of  what  had  to  be  this  year's  most  attractive  tribute  distracts  him  from  this  reality  in  a  way  that  he's  thankful  of.  "my  oh  my  —  the  capitol  is  gonna  love  you."  a  faint  smile  decorated  his  otherwise  darkened  features,  yet  valor  is  every  bit  sure  that  he  wasn't  coming  across  as  friendly  as  he  hoped  to  achieve. "we haven't formally met." he spoke, reaching out his hand towards her without breaking eye contact. "valor chalice, district two."

"— so how much will it cost me to get you to go away, hm? or at least to give me enough space to breathe for, like, two fucking seconds?" as if bow's father didn't carefully review her spending, the credit card in her purse etched out with his name and not hers.

“ i know... i know i’m late, ” and judging by his appearance, it’s obvious he wasn’t in any exact rush to get home. “ are they already in bed? ” / @silvrmoon​

 "i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate."

" you don't tell me what to do. " the blonde looked away from the other, " you don't want me, remember? so fuck off and let me enjoy my night. there's guys in here who wouldn't hesitate to fuck me if i let them. "