#ans. ── if the shoe fits， walk in it 'til your high heels break.

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the room is long since abandoned now, leaving haymitch's handiwork on the whiteboard the only remaining evidence that they'd met at all. effie lingers by her seat, cerulean gaze bare of her beloved faux lashes and bright with warmth as she lifts it to look at him ━━ really look at him. she'd almost forgotten how sobriety looked on him. the corners of her lips pull upward, fingers absently brushing the surface of the table as she pauses briefly. contemplating. " this place . . . i was not thrilled to be discarded in this . . . bat cave. " as though she's made a secret of it. but she meets his eyes, then, as sighed dramatics fade into something more soft. raw. honest. " but i was thrilled to see you all again. "

@murkyhazed : "you know, i am glad to see you here effie. all joking and teasing aside... i'm glad you're with us." from haymitch, taking place after their lil flirty flirt in that meeting about the propos.

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🌵  parental ( she Is mother !! )

nothing to see here. just. A MOTHER AND HER MOCKINGJAY BABY

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the enchantment of the evening lives on in the blue of her eyes. draped in the pink dress and the wig she'd arrived in, attire she's been permitted to wear for finnick and annie's special day only, the once - escort feels more like herself than she has in weeks. after tonight, it's back to the dreaded gray jumpsuit and long - outdated hair wrap. but she is herself for tonight, and that is something. she doesn't know exactly when she and haymitch had fallen into step on their way out of the temporarily - decorated gathering place ━━ a natural progression, certainly. she must admit she is grateful for the company. district thirteen can be a lonely place. " it was a beautiful evening, wasn't it? " she enthuses. " it wasn't . . . typical by any means, but . . . it was perfect all the same. "

@nghtmarish : [  NIGHT-TIME  STROLLS  ]:    the sender decides to walk the receiver home from an event late one night. and it’s very late; so late that they might as well be the only people left in the world. it’s just them and the quiet night sky, and conversations of all kinds are easy to come by. / haymitch <3

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exhaustion has finally set in, sunk deep into her very bones as the sun begins its slow departure from the sky. it tints everything that decorates the furnished rooftop a sparkling gold ━━ a peaceful, stark contrast to all the unbridled violence that's been unleashed in the arena for the last three days. it will be over any minute now. their tributes never stood a chance, as usual. it's always been a taxing feat, giving her all for children who have all but lost before it begins. every year she digs for newfound optimism, and every year she is depleted by the end.

seated with a drink in hand, she hardly needs to turn to know who's making their approach. she's long since memorized his step. " it's over, i take it? "

@murkyhazed : 012.   the rooftop of a very tall building . (for haymitch uwu)

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district thirteen is a cold, calculating, utterly colourless place. they couldn't even be bothered to put a little bit of originality into these godforsaken jumpsuits. she's put all her effort in, accessorized where she can, but it's all hopeless. forget unlawful action against the capitol ━━ they've committed every fashion crime in the book.

her hand reaches to adjust the scarf she's tied to contain the wave of thick gold beneath. " oh, i've done what i can with it, but it's certainly no substitution for a good wig. " a wistful sigh departs from the former escort. " it's been years since i've worn this style, but i suppose outdated is better than nothing at all. "

@chaoslulled : “did you do something different with your hair?” from cherri!

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i do blame you. she can recognize the blame as misplaced. the war spun them all for a loop, devastated families and children left and right. the only person responsible for president snow's death was president snow. still, the words sting nonetheless as she looks at the granddaughter of their fallen leader. sweet cassia, with her face contorted into the kind of anguished expression she should hardly know at an age so young. no, she isn't responsible, but the empathetic ache for a child who lost her grandfather is there regardless.

" oh, cassia. i am sorry. truly. "

@hvbris : “i do blame you.” From Cassia, either canon timeline or for her new hunger games verse!

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how very unlike her, to crave a moment of calm. she, who thrives on the vitality of a room full of dancing and laughter. of an evening spent in true glamour, under the heat of the lights. it's what she does best, but even a seasoned professional needs to recharge. she has found her solace on the nearest empty balcony, seated with a drink in hand as the music hums on from behind. with one leg crossed neatly over the other, she gives her feet a rest from the six - inch gold heels that have paired so perfectly alongside her metallic dress ( though she would never dare take them off ).

her gaze lifts as footsteps signal the arrival of company. god knows that twelve's rare victor is the last face she would have imagined she'd see here at this hour. negan smith had claimed his victory and transferred out of twelve long before she'd ever stepped a fateful foot there, but she's always been keenly aware of him and his legacy. not to mention his reputation. " negan ━━ this is certainly a surprise. "

@burntodds : stepping back: while they’re both attending a particularly lively and crowded party, both muses, craving a moment of peace and fresh air, accidentally go to the same balcony. unwilling to leave, they sit together, and begin to talk as the party spins on behind their backs. [ from negan smith ]

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serenity sets the scene before them. the waves fall into a graceful dance with one another before they make a rolling crash to the shore, framed by the gold - and - pink hues of the setting sun. the breeze whispers as though its sole purpose is to lull annie's darling boy to sleep ━━ arguably the only sight more beautiful than the sea itself. he looks so like his father as he rests in his mother's arms. it's almost as if finnick is out there, carefully crafting the perfect evening for his sweet boy's benefit. effie sighs peacefully as she takes it all in.

" what a beautiful life the two of you have made here. i'm only sorry i wasn't able to make it to see you sooner. you've been in my thoughts ━━ both of you. "

@crest4 : 001. seaside , at sunset

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a gaze of brilliant blue shoots up from beneath a layer of lashes devoid of all the colour she so adores. damien westwood stands before her looking every bit as nervous as he does suspicious. one thing is for certain : no good news ever, ever begins with the words promise me you'll stay calm ━━ this she knows from years of experience working with one haymitch abernathy.

she will make no such promise. there is an exaggerated flicker of her gaze as she sizes up her unexpected visitor, followed at last by the tired lilt of her voice : " what is it, damien? "

@chaoslulled : “now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.” from damien!

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beneath all that unnatural white powder, spidery eyelashes and pink eyeshadow, there is a sadness that stains her gaze of brilliant blue. it is a sadness that has escaped her all these years, through all those tributes. the injustice of it all is written all over the haunted look in peeta's face, that same look he's worn since she called out haymitch's name at their second reaping together. it clouds those gentle eyes she's come to know so well, makes him look like some kind of a familiar stranger. he doesn't deserve this ━━ neither of them do. how unfair. how vicious.

" oh, my dear. " she reaches across as the world whizzes by beside them through the train window, places a gentle hand on his. " we're here for you. all of us. we're in this together. "

@conscriptur : “i’m trying really hard to keep it together.” (from peeta)

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the lights, the music, the fashion ━━ effie trinket is a social butterfly freed from the trappings of another year's games. of another dead set of tributes. the routine loss is no damper on the evening, of course ━━ these are her people. they congratulate her on her hard work, they spare her a dance, they offer her drinks into the wee hours of the morning. her statement dress of peacock green is difficult to miss as she flits toward the balcony, granting herself but a moment's rest after an evening of charming the room in every way she knows how. champagne in hand, she marvels at the cityscape she calls home, alight in all its glory. she fails to realize she is not alone until she turns back to face the commotion inside and instead finds unexpected company tracing her footsteps.

" oh! please, do pardon me. i was just . . . " she trails off as the picturesque face in front of her clicks at last. " mr. marshall, isn't it? effie trinket. i hope you’ll excuse my manners. were you hoping to take the balcony for yourself? "

@antisupe : [  STEPPING  BACK  ]:      while they’re both attending a particularly lively and crowded party, both muses, craving a moment of peace and fresh air, accidentally go to the same balcony. unwilling to leave, they sit together, and begin to talk as the party spins on behind their backs. capitol brat, lets go !

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oh, katniss. she has never seen a young victor with such raw talent and beauty look so pained in a public setting. effie, on the other hand, is every bit in her element. she's been flitting around all evening in a statement dress of bright blue, charming the room full of familiar faces without so much as batting an eye ━━ always with a clear view of her victors. she floats toward the two of them with a drink in hand, making sure to shoot peeta ━━ who has at least attempted to strike up some conversation ━━ an encouraging glance. " smile, katniss, smile. every soul in this room is delighted just to catch a glimpse of the two of you together. "

@ladyimaginarium : 013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party . — for katniss !! 🥺💕✨

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🌵  parental for Katniss bc she needs an actual mother in her life 🥺💕✨

one thing about katniss is effie is GOING to mother her !!!

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unnaturally bleach - blonde brows draw together in concern. she's been flitting about all day, setting everything in motion for their big victory tour ━━ doing her job and everybody else's. there isn't a soul in the room who would have been foolish enough to think katniss would be thrilled to tour the districts, but even she couldn't have predicted such sudden insecurity about the whole ordeal. but understandable. it's a whirlwind, all of it ━━ they will prevail.

" really, there's no need worry about a thing. haymitch and i will be right there to ensure it all goes off without a hitch. i've taken care of every detail. "

@imaginarianisms : “there’s something wrong with me.” — katniss

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the tilt of her head, the furrow of her bleach - blonde brow — she is blissfully ignorant. she stands there, escort to a district that has made for a historical and career - changing win for them both, faced with much less . . . enthusiasm than she'd anticipated. surely it cannot be personal bias? she had insisted that at the very least his efforts deserved her gratitude and congratulations, but she's barely gotten his name out of her mouth before being silenced with a single gesture. “ pardon? have i . . . interrupted something? “

@burntodds : hush. raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse. [ from seneca crane on @burntodds ]

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it is a dangerous, dangerous game they play. the blue fire in her eyes is set ablaze with the accusation, carefully concealing the truth in the same way her flushed cheeks are concealed by a layer of bright makeup. she does think about him. on her loneliest nights in that empty capitol apartment, through every tried and failed romance, even after she ships him back off to the districts each year. she thinks about him. she's thinking about him now as he stands there, close enough to reach out and touch. she's thinking about the way his lips might taste, the way his hands might feel if he closed that gap just a few inches further. she wonders if he noticed the way her breath caught. " you'd certainly like to think so, wouldn't you? "

@amreality : “ i think you think about me sometimes. ” haymitch :)