#{ hvbris: prim }

[multipleoccupancy]

"Do you always have to have the last word?" Prim for House loll @hvbris

"Generally the last word is right," House protested and twitched his head around to look at Prim, "So, yeah, I've got to have the last word, because I am right."

Honestly, did no one around him know that by now? Though he did like Prim. Since she had arrived and shown that those left in Panem still had some sort of common sense, he had been much more enthusiastic about actually helping the rebellion rather than just patching up those who came back.

"Why? Do you think your last word will be better than my last word? Even if it will be wrong?" House shot back and waited to see if she would indeed argue with him, part of him goading her on with a raise of both of his eyebrows and the slightest nod of encouragement, he'd enjoy a good time wasting argument.

[omniishambles]

🎁 Katniss & Prim @hvbris (for Prim arena verse?)

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@hvbris // & Primrose

"I don't know if I can be alone again."

Watching Prim go the first time around had felt like falling into the abyss, the ground swallowing her just as it had mercilessly swallowed their father. Helpless. Trapped. Not even the woods could stop Katniss feeling like a rat in a barrel, going round and round in circles while all her thoughts turned towards the Capitol, the arena, to her baby sister facing death in all manner of ways.

Against all odds- and they surely hadn't been in her favour that day- Prim had come home. Victorious. But only half a year on, the Capitol were summoning her back to mentor the next batch of unlucky tributes.

Katniss looked at her little sister, studying her face in the flickering of the lamp light. Not so little anymore.

"It feels empty without you. It's not home."

[ircnwrought]

@hvbris (prim) liked for a clove starter !!

__________⚔    HER KNIVES BURY THEMSELVES INTO THE DUMMIES DOWN THE RANGE. one after another, the thunking reverberates around the training center. hands now empty && pride blooming in her chest, she turns to find herself face to face with her fellow tribute. dark gaze measures the other. despite their difference in age, they are of similar stature && she better than anyone knows that size is not a good indicator of ability. ❛   finally planning on breaking away from your herbs, twelve ??   ❜ a challenge leveled ( a demonstration of skills to assess the threat )

[contriite]

@hvbris

Caesar gave Effie a puzzled look, doubt washing over his ageless face. Effie coming to him for advice was strange enough, but that kind of advice?! He could have her arrested for less.

“What are you trying to say?” he said dismissively, offering her a lifeline of sorts.

It's his dismissiveness that prompts her to continue. If he'd been overly sympathetic, or if he'd been prying to figure out what she meant to say, Effie would not have dared continue. After all she had nothing but a hunch. She had to chose her words carefully.

She had gone over what she was going to say countless times over the past few days, but now that she had a chance to speak she found herself lost for words. She pauses, absentmindedly fixing a curl from her wig and turning so that he can't see the expression on her face.

"We can't just sit by and do nothing." Se could tell something was happening. It was all different this time around. But Haymitch was keeping his lips sealed and Effie didn't know who else she could trust.

[nlghtlocked]

@hvbris sent ✿ for prim [  HERE  ]

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

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"Katniss never asked to be a symbol," she sighed. But she was one nonetheless, Prim knew that. She also knew that her sister was exhausted, scared, hurt, angry. "But that's why she became one. It's who she is, at her core, the things she does. It's what makes people follow her." She remembered Katniss in the woods, picking flowers for them to eat. Strong, resilient Katniss. "Sometimes I wonder what would have happened, if I had gone into the arena instead of her." Her voice had broken in her throat, and she looked away.

"You would have died," he answered simply. Sure, she could have held her own, but Haymitch had seen enough tributes to know. Primrose Everdeen would have died in the arena, and Katniss would never have forgiven him. They wouldn't be here, they would be having the aftermath of the third Quarter Quell.

"This will be better for us. Even if we all die in the rebellion, we'll be dead. If we win, we'll make it better. Stop the Games." If Coin and Heavensbee didn't get their way. "You can Katniss and your mother and that ugly cat of yours will be away from the arena."

[governmentofficial]

"Have you got a name at all?" from Clove, @hvbris

First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 1

Mycroft was not particularly keen on this whole 'mentor' scheme. It seemed to him like a waste of time. Surely there were better things that he could be doing with his education?

And, of course, it didn't help that he felt an overwhelming need to prove himself (especially when one of the other mentors was his cousin, who he very much wanted to impress) but, at the same time, he didn't really know where to start. Battle tactics, Mycroft could do - his mother had ensured that - but presenting a scrawny, feral child to the people of the Capitol in a way that would make them like her? Yeah, that wasn't something he knew how to do.

"Mycroft Snow," the boy replied, posture as prim and proper as it always was because it didn't matter who he was talking to - he still needed to convey the correct image of himself.

He didn't bother asking the same question in return. Mycroft already knew the answer.

"You're very small, aren't you?" He instead commented. Not that Mycroft could really talk, mind you. He was taller than her, yes, but he was still clearly the youngest of his cohort.

"We can use that, I suppose. You'll be a smaller target."

[imjustanauthor]

"I'm taking you to a hospital. No arguments." Prim @ Charlie, PJO verse @hvbris

Castle Sentences, Vol. 3

Charlie had wandered off again. This wasn't too surprising; ever since he'd got back, he'd been stubbornly ignoring all the instructions to rest that had been issued to him. If he could walk, why shouldn't he? He'd managed to complete an entire quest in the state he was in, so he hardly thought he needed to be bed-bound!

But, there was still something wrong with him. The change in his behaviour was undeniable, and it was not hard to understand how the rest of camp could find it concerning.

When Prim had found Charlie - having evidently been sent to track him down before he got into too much trouble - he'd been sat on a large rock, not doing anything in particular. That wasn't too strange - or, at least, it wasn't until one watched him for a moment, and noticed that one of his hands had been repeatedly knocking against the rock with quite a bit of force.

Charlie had seemed oblivious to this action until it had been pointed out to him. At that point, he had frowned and looked down at his bloody knuckles, the skin having been scrapped away by the continued collisions against the rock. Even then, it had taken a long moment for him to still his hand - his frown growing deeper and deeper until he eventually seemed to regain control of his limb.

"I'm fine," Charlie insisted as he wiped the blood from his hand on his shirt. The hand hurt, but then, so did his head, and the hand didn't really seem so bad compared to that. "What would you even tell a hospital? They'd have questions, you know. They'd want to know what happened, and where I live, and who my legal guardian is."

[conscriptur]

Peeta could not get himself to respond to her one-word question. There was no real reason to protect the younger tribute. It was not hopeful that he would be able to survive the Games, let alone Prim. Not many outside of Career tributes were lucky enough to live to victory. However, even though he had no true obligation to protect her, Peeta wanted to keep her safe for Katniss. That was the answer to the question that he kept to himself.

It was sad, Peeta's first thought was that he did not think that Prim could survive against the other tributes. Prim was not like Katniss who ventured out into the woods frequently to hunt for game, bringing back squirrels to his father that were expertly shot in the eye. Prim was just a young girl in his eyes, the little sister of the girl he watched every day.

"My family? They already wrote me off like they won't be seeing me again." Peeta replied honestly. The smile that he gave to the younger girl carried a weight of sadness and loneliness. "Your sister tried to volunteer for you, she didn't want you to endure this. I think, given the chance, out of the two of us, it should be you going back home."

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[hvbris]

“𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress”

Katniss & Prim Everdeen . as written by @omniishambles​ & @hvbris​

[randomestroleplays]

Hollis sat on the edge of her bed, head in her hands, and let out a long sigh.  She appreciated the support, she did, but ever since Katniss had boarded the train, all she had wanted was a moment to herself.

Gale had found her first, as she was leaving the Justice Building.  He would help, he’d promised.  He’d take her out hunting and help her take care of her family until Katniss came back.  Neither of them were acknowledging the alternative.

Jude had been next, pulling her into a tight hug and letting her sink into his arms for just one moment.  He’d kissed the top of her head, made her promise that she would let him know if he needed anything, and told her to get some sleep before the start of the games.

It felt like she had seen half the district on her way home.  The rest of the band, of course; Gale and Danny’s friend from the mines, the one who’d grabbed her when Prim’s name was called — Camden, she thought his name was; Madge; Mayor Undersee… everyone had something to say, a testament to Katniss’ strength, their best wishes. 

She appreciated it, how much her district cared in their own ways, but putting on a smile and professing her absolute faith in her sister was exhausting, and all she wanted was a moment to herself.

Well — she heard the floor creak on the other side of the door: Prim, no doubt — maybe some company would be alright. 

[ @hvbris ]

[omniishambles]

"I don't want to die in there." Prim @ Haymitch for her arena verse 😭 @hvbris

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

@hvbris // & Prim

"Hey, you listen to me- you're not gonna die." Haymitch told her firmly, but even as the words left his mouth, they brought a bitter taste. He'd spent too long disbelieving them himself. Too long comforted by the oblivion that alcohol provided, by the practice of pushing his tributes away, holding them at arms length.

He couldn't keep going through it. Couldn't keep watching them die. And yet, he was here, he was sober, and he'd insisted that he accompany Prim to the arena entryway rather than her stylist.

Haymitch cast a glance at the waiting tube, his mouth dry. The countdown was going on overhead. He gripped Prim's shoulders, looking her dead in the eye.

Might be the last time he ever spoke to her. But he prayed it wasn't. Not this time.

"You know what to do, remember? Everything we talked about."

[omniishambles]

Primrose Everdeen @hvbris​

As much as he’d hated his enforced sobriety, Haymitch had to admit that he felt better than he had in years. But maybe that was because everything had changed. Maybe it was because there was finally peace. An end to the horrifying conveyor belt of children being sent off to die every year, to perform and smile and wave before they tried ripping eachother apart.

   Each time he thought about it, he figured he was hallucinating. Maybe he’d finally lost his mind. But then he’d speak with Plutarch, or Effie, or Johanna, seeing in all of them something that wasn’t there before. Hope.

   In Katniss, he hadn’t been sure. Not until her sister had woken up.

      “Couple more days and you’ll be going home. How you feeling?” He asked, walking into the room where Prim was staring out of the window. She, like her sister, was completely changed. Scarred by her experiences, mentally and physically. He almost winced as he looked at the burns that were almost healed, getting better everyday.

   But never going away. Not ever.

[omniishambles]

Primrose Everdeen @hvbris​

  The doctors had given up trying to keep Katniss from her sister’s bedside. Each time they tried to peel her away, insisted that she too needed rest or treatment or food, Katniss would fly into a panic, into rage, the only emotions she seemed to have left these days.

  She had nothing else left to give. When finally left alone in Prim’s room, she felt hollowed out. A shell of her former self, whoever that was. The only thing that kept such a tenuous memory tethered to her right now was the rise and fall of Prim’s chest, a reminder that she was still breathing. Still alive.

   Just like Katniss, she had been burned, badly. The remainder of her pale blonde hair was tucked to one side of her neck, where Katniss silently brushed it every day. She hadn’t spoken since the Capitol fell. Since she woke up in the hospital, those last images of her sister caught in an explosion were burned into her, deeper than the real burns that now marred her back and her neck.

   The moment replayed in her mind, over and over again. Like a segment on Caesar’s show. Katniss couldn’t even bring herself to talk to Prim, in case...

   Instead, she just held her hand for as long as she could stay awake. She’d been asleep until she felt those fingers twitch, for the first time. Suddenly Katniss was alert, feeling the familiar panic rising in her chest again. She gripped her sister’s fingers with her own, heart hammering wildly as she watched the fluttering of eyelids.

   Was she waking up? Was something happening?

    Katniss had very little voice after letting it go dormant for so long, and the words cracked as they fell from her chapped lips.

      “Prim! Prim, can you hear me?”