𝖍𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.
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⠀ ⠀THE ⠀ HUNGER ⠀ GAMES. ⠀ ⠀
Joined December 2024
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⠀⠀ failing to do so, instead he reached for another glass, pouring the liquid inside——-though nowhere near as full as his own glass. “ i usually don’t share, but you look like you could use it. ” ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ he could think of multiple reasons why. lifting his gaze from the whiskey, grey hues meeting hers. “ uhh… ” he began, trying to come up with some sort of proper answer to her questions. + ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ even though there was always some sort of understanding amongst the survivors of the hunger games, he was surprised the girl actually spoke him———not all of the victors did, + ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ haymitch just remembered the sharp ache that would not dull no matter how much he drank. it’s the same pain he could find in the eyes of annie cresta, this years victor. + ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ a finger trails over the rim of his glass. the victory tour dinners always seemed to be dragged on for way too long, it was tiring. his own tour was a blur to him, + ⠀⠀
hands clench and unclench at her sides, hidden by the voluminous skirts of the pale pink gown that she’d been forced into earlier. pretty, like a midsummer sunset. skirts flowing, like the water that reaches longingly for the shore. —
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⠀⠀ pushing himself up from the bar stool, approaching with his glass still glued to his hand. “ why aren’t you out there? ” ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ the absence of a certain presence——effie, who was usually on top of all these things. his tired gaze roaming around the room until he found her. + ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ eyes lingered on the dance floor, brows perking up as he took another swig of his whisky. ridiculous, they were all ridiculous. …but as ridiculous as it was he couldn’t help but notice + ⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ he hated these things, and he wasn’t subtle about his dislike and resistance to join in. it wasn’t just about the fact that it was capitol———it was all just very unlike him, always had been. + ⠀⠀
⠀ ⠀ 𝒜nother capitol soirée. they seemed never ending, at this point. though she rather enjoyed them , there always seemed to be something ( someone ) missing. she found her eyes desperately,
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⠀⠀ part of him wanted to question her, he doubted her hope. but he was sober enough to know this was not the place or time, and maybe it would never be. ⠀⠀
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