#unseenmockingjay

          wood-shavings decorated the ground, the sound echoing throughout the room as he continued his figurine. from when he first started carving, his figurines had vastly improved. they looked realistic now, as if they could fly off the table at a moments notice. there were hundreds that decorated his house back in district eight, varying from different sizes -- small to medium. and now, as he was in the undergrounds of district thirteen, ned found that he carved more than normal.

          it helped him cope, it helped him process his thoughts when they became too jumbled. even his children knew not to bother him if they saw him carving. the newly finished piece sat on the table, ned blowing the shavings away. he brushed them off, knocking them to the ground. the newest addition was a wolf howling at the moon. the details brought it to life, the fur, the eyes, the ears, the busy tail wrapped around its feet. ned was pleased as he leaned back, picking up another piece.

          “do you want one?” he asked as the door opened, grey eyes on the block of wood that fit into the palm of his hand. “you can request one -- no charge.”

LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS. | accepting

     █▓▒░ ♔     “ A broken family is better than no family at all. “

     The words left her lips faster than she would’ve liked, though that didn’t make them any less true. Given the circumstances after the war it felt more real than ever. Mrs. Everdeen had retreated onto herself once more, Primrose was gone, Peeta still trying to return to the young man he used to be, Jackson in turn recovering from the wounds the mutt attack caused, Katniss with all her burns and Alma herself trying to run a unified nation that had bled too much.

out of habit ; which ever one, call it a motherly instinct or just her innate desire to see rick surviving, she waits to watch him drink. knowing that he still was able to do at least that, not that she had mistrust in hisstrength —– it was just something she liked to know, something less to fret about. once she heard the echoing sound of painful gulp of rick swallowing the warm liquid she turned to leave, to leave him alone ; where she oncehated to leave his side she now cannot bear the dagger in her that she feels when near him. but through the edges of her eye as she turns she sees the mug returned to her ———– a protest? one sip just to show her he was ok? too see if one sip was enough to get her to leave?

                ‘  no, i ——————  ’      she was what? only one that felt hubris would turn down the warm liquid. she caught herself in her own lie, she couldn’t finish the words she tried to force out. when had it become to unbearable in the air around them? … she knew when, she knew why.       ‘  … that one’s yours.   ’

                    it feels all too childish  sitting beside her atop one of the many porches in alexandria  .  sat in silence with distant fireflies aglow  ,  the night eerily dances around the survivors  /  air like tar  ;  black and sticky  .  rick senses the uneasiness of her breath  .  her hesitance to receive the mug  &  take a drink is noted  .  the dubious thought of her scowling inside to the idea of sharing the same mug  ,  the same drink with him is a quiet taunt  /  could katniss indeed be capable of such bitterness  ?  she acts as though the liquid fed from her cup is poisoned  &  here rick has taken a drink .  did she not want to share the same cup as him ?   a soft shake of his crown as the cup is lifted once more  .  ‘   -------  please  .  katniss  .  ‘   a name misplaced  ,  but never forgotten  ,  is uttered  /  two words spoken  .  rick remains unvarnished in his plea  .  it’s neither vulnerability or pride  ,  but the facade of a friend to another  .  care still rests in him  /  dormant  /  she still mattered  .