#waiting on that morning sun ; soldier keep on marchin' on ( v. catching fire )

[51stvictor]

@fenixburned gets a thing for haymitch ♡

did it make her a terrible person, to feel so grateful that peeta had volunteered and taken away the fate of the arena from haymitch? selfish, likely, but yet it couldn't be found in her to feel guilty for the thought. they'd already talked strategies, over the phone, and laid out rudimentary plans to fight as well as to protect katniss. the goal had not changed, simply the participants.

it was the first time since the phone call. a private moment in this lion's den of a city, with eyes on all of them. up until now, it had been a charade of well-crafted facades and walls put up, repelling capitol folk and avoiding drawing attention to what they hid so meticulously behind the scenes.

hands reached up to hold his face, ever gentle as thumbs stroked his cheeks. how she'd ached for and yet dreaded this moment, unable to hide the pained look in her eyes. rhea had volunteered, all on her own, with no prior agreements making her do so. she knew, like everyone knew, that katniss everdeen would be the only option for district 12. and for haymitch, she'd voluntarily walk straight into hell a second time to help protect another precious to him. love was like that. their love was like that.

" hi. " a weak greeting, with the faintest of smiles. " we'll get through this. i'm tough, aren't i? i'll look after the kids for you, it'll be alright. " it wasn't a lie if one didn't know whether they spoke the truth or not. still felt like one, any reassurance did in the face of the games' monstrosities. yet she could not help but want to try put him at ease.

[51stvictor]

@pyrrhk liked for a starter !

" i'm certain hamish already gave you the rundown of everyone, so you're likely aware there's no danger from me unless you want a kiss. " well, not that rhea was that harmless without her poison, considering a whip and some creativity had gotten her her victory. but what a shame her old technique was now unusable, for there were some amongst the other victors that would deserve it. it would be an interesting kind of games this time around to say the least, with everyone even more desperate to live than in their respective first games. and desperation was lethal in these life-or-death situations.

stretching, looking around as she did so. how strange to actually know the others. at least the first time around she hadn't known the tiniest bit about the other tributes. it was slightly unnerving. " besides, i am in no habit of killing my friend's tributes. not quite something that keeps friendship alive, you know ... can't promise anything about maddox though. " faint nod towards a rather gaunt, weak-looking man in the corner. " granted he is so far gone because of the drugs, i doubt he could swat a fly at this point. " it was not her fellow tribute's fault that he'd been unable to cope with the horrors of the games. but there was no love for him either and there were things further up the list of priorities than babysitting him.