#valuablesecrets

  This didn’t make sense. Staring down at the tattoo on his arm, he didn’t have an activity scheduled for the day except for 18:00 --- Reflection. Reflection was explained to him as a half hour of downtime from District 13′s strict schedule for it’s citizens. But when he had just arrived yesterday and today he was given no tasks to do, what was he supposed to do? It didn’t make sense.

   All day, Kieran was left to roam the halls of the underground District 13. It felt overwhelming when he met with Haymitch, Plutarch Heavensbee, and Alma Coin, President of the rebel district. Following Thirteen’s schedule, Kieran thought Coin would automatically put him to work but the only activities he had all day were meals: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Kieran didn’t understand it, but he decided to go along with it. He still had many questions that he wanted answers to, and Plutarch and Coin reassured him his questions would be answered. In the meantime, Kieran needed to familiarize himself with District 13.

    As far as he knew, Beetee, Finnick, and himself were the only victors rescued from the arena. He hadn’t known the true fate of Peeta and Johanna, other than they were captured by the Captiol. They could be dead by now. District 13 couldn’t compare to what Snow was doing, or done, to the two but Kieran knew the citizens were in wartime here. Everyone had a job. Nuclear weaponry was built here. Everyone wore a shade of grey because no one was allowed to “stand out”. Food was rationed. Time was restricted. Watching the district from the outside in, refugees from other districts probably thought this was no way to live. He could almost agree, but he’d been surviving all of his life. At least Thirteen figured out how to do it out of the Capitol’s control. They were surviving. Kieran had to admit: they figured out a smart way to do it.

    Catching a glimpse of Reflection still painted on his arm, Kieran finally decided to find Finnick rather than his family. He assumed Finnick was still in one of the hospital rooms, but he couldn’t be sure. If he was poked and prodded at like Kieran, he probably didn’t want to be. He guessed the three of the rescued victors had to continue to be looked at by doctors. Even as Kieran roamed, he was to report back to his hospital bed. As his eyes searched the rooms, he stopped when he saw Finnick. He slowly entered his room. He didn’t know if he should be happy that they’re both still alive or fearful that the 75th wasn’t the end for them yet...

     "Finnick?”

laughter cannot help but escape the girl. tamed curls fall past her gaze, tucking her locks behind her ear. she simply rolls her shoulders back, recovering from her small fit of laughter.  

 ❝ ---- honestly, i really do not have any secrets. ❞

  Trust was something that needed to be earned and whilst Finnick had believed   they were doing the right thing in keeping him in the dark, in not telling him their   plan, he was part of the reason that Peeta was gone. Peeta was stuck in the   Capitol and they were both here and miserable. So, no, Katniss didn’t trust him   but they were the only two in the militarized District that understood each other. 

  He approaches Finnick with silence, slipping into the spot beside him. For a   long moment he says nothing, just watching the other’s nimble fingers knot and   re-knot the rope in his fingers.

            “HOW ARE you feeling?” 

        ❝ I hope you know that t h e y    punish TRESPASSERS heavily. ❞

                            It’s phrased like a simple statement & her voice remains                             calm and collected, but underneath it all, there’s worry.                             She doesn’t know why this stranger has chosen to be                             courageous and enter the Victors’ Village without per-                             mission, but she needs to find out before they do. Wan-                             dering into a strange place is not, in her mind, something                             that justifies a heavy punishment, but the Peacekeepers                             are not famous for caring about fairness of their acts.

Do I Follow Them?:

First of all, I have no clue what you’re talking about postponing homework, madame. Second of all: HELL YEAH I FOLLOW

Why Did I Follow Them?:

Tbh just because it was a Finnick and I was on Annie. Then I followed on Blythe because damn good Finnick.

Do We Role Play?:

Yes and I am eternally grateful for that.

Do I Want To Role Play With Them:

Uh. Duh

An AU Idea For Our Muses:

AU within THG-Finnick doesn’t die and buys Blythe a seeing-eye dog and helps her adjust to blindness back at Four. AU outside of THG-kind of love covert secret spies that are hella attractive, badass, sassy, and crushing on each other.

A Song For Our Muses:

Damn I’m bad at this. Um. I. Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift? Tango del Roxanne from Moulin Rouge? I. Soldier by Gaven Degraw?

Do I Ship Our Muses?:

DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THESE TWO

What I Think About The Mun:

Dear lord my love for Julia is eternal.

Overall Opinion:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

"I know you like the ocean, Finnick, but you're going to have to eat eventually," she laughed, calling out from the sand to her lover floating in the sparkling water.