he and laurel are so lowkey SCARY AS HELL i dig it

u know what they say. the quiet ones are the most dangerous :))))

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EVERYONE COWER IN FEAR WES IS A PUPPY & KNOWS HOW TO USE IT

oh my god i love it

                 she needs to leave the room.

                 johanna knew that annie would vote against the idea of the capitol having their own hunger games but the fact that there were more votes against it BOILS INSIDE OF HER. she knows everyone is tired of war. she knows that she just was fucking TORTURED, didn’t even really have to fight it. it doesn’t matter. she wants to fight. she wants THE CAPITOL TO BURN. she wants them to pay for every fucking life they took, both in the arenas & in their oppression. AN EYE FOR AN EYE. how else can the scales be evened ?

                 so she leaves. she doesn’t want to see them anymore. the sadness of brainless, the way haymitch just weighs whatever she DOES & SAY, the way that sometimes peeta is HERE & sometimes NOT, the way that annie is mourning, a widow so soon after her wedding. the way that enobaria smiles makes her want to remind the woman how regular fucking teeth CAN FUCKING TEAR FLESH AS WELL. so she leaves the room. she doesn’t realize until she’s in front of gale’s room & ripping the door open where she’s headed. she doesn’t knock because THAT ISN’T HER. THAT ISN’T THEM. she breathes heavily. she ISN’T high -––– something almost unheard of for her time in fucking thirteen. but ANGER SOBERS HER in a way that time won’t. it stops her hand from reaching for stolen iv bags in the way that nothing else really can.

                 maybe he’s confused why she’s here. she hasn’t seen him since the war ended. for a moment, she feels happy that HE’S ALIVE & HE SURVIVED. then it reminds her that finnick isn’t. she shoves that away. people die every day. she considers going to him automatically, but instead starts pacing, her hands racking the short tendrils that try to grow again as hair.

                 ❛        i hate them all -––– I FUCKING HATE THEM ALL.                  the capitol should fucking burn, should pay.          you                  agree with me, DON’T YOU ?  tell me you fucking agree.          ❜

                     the civil wars.

                 johanna coughs, covering her mouth & shifts in her seat. if it was up to her she would SIT ALONE in the mess hall, but little posy took the seat across from her with a sour look on her face. THE SILENCE OF THE OTHER prompted a question from johanna, only to meet this wall. &the girl looks like she’s about to CRY -––– something not uncommon nowadays with THE EDGE OF WAR tilted past. eyes shift quick to across the room where she sees gale sitting, head in his hand & eating fast as if he’s about to disappear from the public as quick as possible. PEOPLE TRY NOT TO LOOK AT HIM. johanna knows why. johanna knows that katniss is not the only person that blames him for killing her little sister. it’s pathetic how people will risk everything for war but be so fucking quick to throw the idea of some kind of KID KILLER on someone that was just doing their fucking job, on a person that didn’t drop a fucking bomb but just made it.

                 she sighs, reaching over to the little girl & taking her chin in her hand to get the kid to look at her. soon she’ll never have to see any of these people again : A COMFORTING THOUGHT. she misses the trees, & with the war over & just an execution left to be done she can leave soon. but she can’t just leave the little girl in this misery. she, for some reason, had seek johanna mason out. maybe because she KNOWS GALE, & was CLOSE WITH FINNICK, & knows something about UNDESERVED BLAME, & knows something about ANGER, & ISN’T MOURNING a dead family member like every other fucking person seems to be. it doesn’t matter.

                 ❛        LOOK.  you can be sad about all the people that                  died, & angry, & confused because war sucks. i get                  it,  kid.    but your brother ISN’T A FUCKING MONSTER.                  okay ? I KNOW YOU KNOW THAT.       you better                  let him know you know that too,  because i’m pretty sure                  no one else will.          ❜

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               calming sentence starters.

         her eyebrows furrow at him with his words,  & maybe that’s how it helps.          it makes her react,   &  she can’t remember the last time she was able to          have something sharp about her.  it’s groggy in her head,   loaded up          on morphling & the lack of fighting. she wants to spill the capitol’s blood.          wants to make them fucking bleed.                           but she also wants to          just stay in bed,  iv hooked up   &   pumping her with the  o b l i v i o n          that will rot her away.

         gale hawthorne is a LIAR.  she doesn’t know why he says this, why he’s          even visiting her & trying to -– comfort ?   maybe it’s some selfish reason.          it’d make more sense.  they  are  both  selfish  &  violent.    it’s why it          worked. it’s why it’s temporary.  it’s  why  at  the  end  of  war, they will          never see each other again. they both know it. it doesn’t matter. everyone          leaves   -–  it’s a comforting thought by now for johanna mason. you too,          she thinks. you especially.

         so instead she laughs.     her hand reaches up for the dial on the bag  &          she filters more of the liquid into her bloodstream faster.  a sigh of relief -–          she can’t keep the furrowed eyebrows up any longer. her expression goes          slack ; she feels it.  as if it falls off of her. a nice thought. gale hawthorne is          runny in her line of vision,   like the scrambled eggs   (   or what they called          scrambled eggs   )   were this morning for breakfast.  the white of the walls          &    the complexity of the machines all blend together within their lack of a          window in this fucking place. no matter. who  needs  the  forests  when          you  can  sink     deep,    deep,    deep    into the trenches of drugs ?          it almost feels like the sunshine hitting your back when you’re climbing a          tree.      &  johanna  doesn’t  have  to  worry  about  falling  to  the  ground.          (     because  really,   she  can’t  fall  further.     )

         she moves over in her bed & pats the spot next to her.

         ❛      sure. you want your own iv of this shit or                 something ?     i have an extra bag or so                 that i -– borrowed.       ❜

     ❝ ... gale ?? ❞

          delicate, small hands shake at her brother’s shoulder. stood by           his sleeping form, she waits against the side of the bed until he           shows signs of waking.