#varietur

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠  𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩  𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡  𝙖𝙡𝙡  𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨  —  𝙝𝙚  𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.   his missing leg and arm are not things he can change, and he cannot rush adjusting to his prosthetics.  peeta reminds him of that often, in person and through letters.  he still feels badly for making a mess in the kitchen.  he’s sitting on the floor now, watching annie try to clean up where he tried to start some baking and knocked over the flour. 

@varietur​ said:  Angelina is just gonna casually toss herself in Alicia’s lap in the common room post practice, thank you.

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠  𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧.   the sight of her shifts and sways;  between the drugs and the drinking, it’s hard to keep a picture straight in the capitol, even when it’s standing right in front of you.  it’s been a long fucking week  —  the last week of the games always is  —  and the pills and the booze are the only ways he’s getting through this mess.

it’s the only way he can get home . . .  to annie, to mags. 

but nobody can know all that.  they have to think he likes this stuff, which in a way he does.  it’s better than the alternative, even if it hurts more to come down from once he’s back in four.  but he’s looking at johanna mason, this relatively new victor from district 7 who’d surprised everybody, and she’s looking back at him, and she looks like she knows something. 

like she knows more than she should.  about him. 

@healselfs    —     rose weasley,  fred weasley,  astoria greengrass malfoy,  albus potter,  chang jing fei (cho chang but without the racism),  seamus finnegan 

@melnchly    —     marlene mckinnon,  andromeda black tonks,  hannah abbott,  helga hufflepuff 

@sunpathos     —     hermione granger,  ginny weasley potter,  lily evans potter,  penelope clearwater,  pansy parkinson,  lennon zabini-parkinson 

@varietur    —     scorpius malfoy,  draco malfoy,  blaise zabini,  angelina johnson,  dean thomas,  luna lovegood,  xerses zabini 

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚’𝙨  𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝  𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨  𝙨𝙤  𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝  𝙞𝙩’𝙨  𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚  𝙞𝙩’𝙨  𝙖𝙡𝙡  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙮  𝙪𝙥  𝙞𝙣  𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩  𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚  𝙝𝙚  𝙘𝙖𝙣  𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.   he hates this  —  hates seeing his dad, hates being with him when things are a mess, hates when he chimes in and tries to act like he’s got half a fucking right to tell steve how to run his life.  or, for that matter, how to take care of his brother and sisters. 

“  𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲  𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘁𝗼  𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗲  𝗶𝗻  𝗻𝗼𝘄,  𝗵𝘂𝗵?  ”    steve rolls his eyes, rubbing at the bridge of his nose where his new glasses have been giving him a headache.  well, the glasses and everything else right now.    “  𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸,  𝗶  𝗴𝗲𝘁  𝘄𝗵𝘆  𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗹  𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴,  𝗯𝘂𝘁  𝗶’𝘃𝗲  𝗴𝗼𝘁  𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀,  𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆?  ”    he fixes hugh with an unflinching, unwavering, unwelcoming glare.  he sounds far more confident and sure than anybody should be right now  —  than he really is at all  —  sitting in an emergency room, shirt still stained with his little brother’s blood and puke.