#granted the house is not as dusty bc she does learn how to clean pretty quickly sdkjhfsjdf

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the cottage is small.

smaller than the mansion madge knew, with creaky wooden floors, cobweb bricks, and dusty furnitures. oddly, the kitchen is big enough to sit as many as ten people. or at least, the size of it had made her thought so, once. it isn't until later that abe told her that this was the house she'd intended to give to her son, a long time ago, if he'll ever get married. the son who grew to be a peacekeeper; the son who never came home. it's been left to rot ever since, or rather, it's been left for the vines to take over, for the weeds to eat up the front lawn. madge had not cared much then, the condition of the cottage; she was just baffled that abe had wanted her to use it for herself at all.

and, anyway - she could spew about the place she's been living in for as long as she wants, fact would still remain that the cottage is small. with only two bedrooms, two living spaces, one kitchen, and one shared bathroom, there isn't much room for one to escape to — unless you count the slowly-growing garden of strawberries and assortment of vegetables abe had encouraged her to grow in the backyard. perhaps one could easily hide behind the bushes there that she hadn't managed yet to sort, she barely knows how to, or between the fences that's half-wire and half-brick stones surrounding this secluded place. whatever it may be, there isn't much finnick odair, victor from district four, a member of the rebellion, could have gone without madge noticing.

and she does, as she steps into the house, the basket full of gardening tools are quickly set aside when she notices him attempting to sit up.

❛ don't move too quickly, ❜ she warns, crouching to his eye-level, as her own gaze sweep over his bandages. abe had said the pretty lad's lucky to be alive. their town's doctor had done all they could, of course. though ultimately, no one in two would be willing to host a rebel, let alone nurse them, with so many still somewhat a snow-sympathiser. so i thought i brought him here, abe had said, guilt marring her face as her glance drops away. he'll be gone soon enough, once he's up. i'll drop his meds every few days, when i could. just keep an eye on him, alright ? ❛ —you're badly injured. ❜

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