the mockingjay and the pearl

Who can look past the radiant faces of two people for whom this day was once a virtual impossibility.

Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love. (insp)

Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it.

The morphling’s breathing is slowing into shallow catch-breaths. Her free hand dabbles in the blood on her chest, making the tiny swirling motions she so loved to paint with. “I haven’t figured out a rainbow yet. They come so quickly and leave so soon. I never have enough time to capture them. Just a bit of blue here or purple there. And then they fade away again. Back into the air,” says Peeta.

Shame about this Quell thing. Now, you, you could’ve made out like a bandit in The Capital. Jewels. Money. Anything you wanted. Well, I don’t like jewels and I have more money than I need…What did you do with all of your wealth, anyway?

Back in our old quarters in the Training Center, I’m the one who suggests the public marriage proposal. Peeta agrees to do it but then disappears to his room for a long time. Haymitch tells me to leave him alone. “I thought he wanted it, anyway,” I say. “Not like this,” Haymitch says. “He wanted it to be real.”

She’s not here. You can hiss all you like. You won’t find Prim.

insp. (+ + + +)

no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe

my dash did a thing 

I’m still betting on you,

it’s as if i’m finnick, watching images of my life flash by. the mast of a boat, a silver parachute, mags laughing, a pink sky, beetee’s trident, annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. then it’s over

“Our lives were never ours, they belong to Snow and our deaths do too. But if you kill him, Katniss, all those deaths, they mean something.” (requested by lady-vetinari)