#stcriestold

                  auggie  exhaled  some  smoke.  there  is  a  glaze  to  his  features,  considering  the  question.  “  nah.  ”  he  decided.  “  i  think  that  if  there  is  a  god.  ”  which  if  he  was  honest  he  wasn’t  really  sold  on.  “  then  he  is  having  fun  up  there  watching  us  climb  over  ourselves  to  survive.  ”  another  inhale  that  leaves  a  good  burn  to  his  lungs.  “  sick  fuck.  ”  he  said  with  a  chuckle,  not  taking  all  of  it  too  seriously.  “  or  else  there’s  nothin’  out  there.  and  we’re  just  trying  to  assign  meaning  to  the  chaos.  ”  he  offered  the  joint  over  to  quentin.  “  what  would  a  god  have  to  fear  from  us  anyway  ?  ”

          “ peeta ? ” katniss had done some early morning hunting, and had come back home with her prize. she set the rabbit on the table and went to try and find him. as she approached the back room she heard a sort of whimpering. she moved to turn the doorknob, seeing him sitting on the end of the bed. she is careful in approach, sitting slightly behind them. without asking katniss wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. this was the same way she used to comfort prim, and to some extent her mother. “ sh, sh, sh, it’s all right. ” katniss pressed a kiss to his temple, trying to bring some comfort to him. she knew that it was better to let the silence reign than ask questions. katniss knew that when he was comfortable and ready he would talk about it. they had been through so many horrific things that even the smallest of things could be a trigger. 

         carlisle looked over at him solemnly. he didn’t know how to improve edward’s life. they had tried moving, he had even changed rosalie to be his potentional mate, but loneliness lingered. all the sullen nature of edward seemed to absorb the darkness around him, isolating himself to the point where almost no one truly knew him at all. “ don’t think like that , you shouldn’t want to disappear. those are serious thoughts edward. ” he cannot tell the boy how to feel, and he doesn’t want to. in his mind no one should feel the type of loneliness and perhaps self hate that his son does. “ do you want to talk about it ? ” he offered. “ why you feel this way ? ”

          “ it’ll be okay, ” he said, voice low. “ we’re almost through this. ” which he hoped was true. ron desperately wanted it to be true. a slight squeeze to her hand in reassurance, and the knowledge that he would hold on as long as she let him. “ after it’s over -- you’ll find them. i know you will. in the same way that you unknowingly found me. ”

         ron’s throat was dry. she couldn’t mean that, could she ? he didn’t think it could be true. “ hermione, you have so much more to exist for than just me. i appreciate the sentiment, really i do, but look at what you’ve accomplished already. “ the words come tumbling out of his mouth with such a fervor that he can’t quite catch up to them. “ you’ve been the brightest witch of your age. you continually educated me about s.p.e.w and the rights that house elves should hold. and you’re the only reason harry - or i - was able to make it through looking for those horocruxes. ” he didn’t know how to put it into words for her, but her impact on the world was far greater than anything he could ever take credit for. the way that she carried herself through the world and fought for the things that were right, even if it had never occurred to anyone else that it might be wrong. he rubbed the back of his neck with his spare hand. “ if anything i would say it’s the other way around, you know ? ”

“  aren’t timelines a  funny  thing,   agent?  ”

“Okay, I won’t tell you.” Maria shrugged one shoulder, the phone wedged against her ear with the other. She peered out the window again, double checking the distance down to the ground. “I’ll just tell you that I will absolutely be at the meeting spot, and that you should probably be prepared to leave in a hurry.” She tightened the straps of her harness around her shoulders and looped the rope through the three d-rings against her waist. “Hey, when was the last time you rappelled down eight stories?”

           “ okay , so my mind knows this is latex that they’re pouring over a glove mold . but my heart is telling me it’s melted blue chocolate . and i want to eat the forbidden chocolate .