#warwidowed

❝ you have a beautiful voice, miss. ❞   the capitol-finnick smile stretches widely and brightly.   ❝ i could have listened to you sing all night. ❞   allaria bauble’s hand snakes its way around his knee under the table, squeezing it tightly.  she likes when he makes her jealous on their ‘dates.’ 

          ‘i’m a little bit TONEDEAF but i can sure get the hang of tunes like this. we blackhawks tend to just find the nearest bar or picture.’ zinda remarked as she took a long SWIG from her beer, knocking her head back in the process. flying so many planes had been hard on the pilot’s ears. ‘i’d love to help out some fellow VETS. need a pilot? or drinks?’

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                ❝ okay, TRUE. ❞

mj's probably being a little dramatic -- she's an actress, after all, that's what she does ! but, damn, it's hot today ... 

                ❝ you're a saint, JULIA. ❞

        hands clasp tight behind his back, once he’s pushed the small box on the table, letting it slide closer to julia. strawberries, from the garden, at home. not that you’d ever see him gardening, really - his only merit is probably to have washed them more times than necessary. first of the season - all that, not exactly his field of expertise, more of his wife’s. ❝ alice lived on those when she was pregnant with grady. ❞ not exactly subtle, but he tries at least - didn’t exactly want to ask straight up, in case julia might want to avoid talking about it, in case he’s wrong, too. he’s just more curious than he’d like to admit, likes knowing, keeping things in check, and he’s had his doubts for a few days now, since her and donny talked about that wedding. soon. rushed, almost. and something about it all felt almost familiar, some old echo. he wants to know, for sure, but maybe it’s his way of saying he’s here for her too, if needed.