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[ ficathon ] the girl on fire

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Katniss - How do you fix a broken soul?
katniss(/peeta), now in the dark, you're a light without a spark
gale

you're the one
that fires off your gun
then catches all the fire
when you're done
kill me dead.

poppypickle

5 years ago

Finnick/Johanna, post-Mockingjay, I miss you like you were mine
light through the branches

I would ask the same question.

Mostly through haphazard kisses peppered with the taste of hard liquor. Tracing the words down your spine; relishing the response that my fingers elicited from your mouth. I would plead my case on my knees - while throwing caution to the wind and locking dignity away in a dark far away place. The walls became my witnesses. They knew my query, knew it well. I often moaned it under my breath; my whispers linger on my pillows still.

“Do you love me?”

You would answer with harsher kisses than mine. Asking me the same question behind your eyes. Pulling the reasons from my wanting body. A body that has always - and will always - answer only to you. There was a theory in my hair that you never grabbed gently. Or how about your fingers digging into my arched hips as an answer to my enquiry? You would make love to me until the sun rose. Then you would rise with it - giving me my answer.

“No.”

I was a fool to think you could belong to me. She was as radiant as the sun that kissed her face. And I was as dark as the shadows the trees cast across mine. In the end I’d like to think knew that I had no chance. That I wasn’t blinded by my own stupidity. That my emotions never clouded my judgment. That the answer to my question would never change. You respected me too much to lie. (Or that’s what I would like to think.) But still, I would ask.

Do you love me?

As I mourned the loss of you, I found the answer yet again. Not in the passion you generally bestowed on me - in a twisted form of pity. But in the river of my tears. They traced your words across my face.

No.

nicalyse

5 years ago

prettywitch

5 years ago

sabaceanbabe

5 years ago

prettywitch

5 years ago

sabaceanbabe

5 years ago

Cato/Clove, throwing stones at a glass moon
any mentor; and i would have stayed up all night, had i known how to save a life
never strong enough; haymitch; pg

The year after he wins, he doesn't know what to do.

The memories of what he did are still running through his dreams - he can still see the ax crushing into her skull, can still see the look of abject terror on her face.

The children (because that's all they are, just fucking children and this whole situation is fucked beyond belief) stare at him, wide-eyed. There's never been a Twelve Victor in their lifetimes.

He doesn't know what to say to these children, who trust in him so much.

"I still can't tell you how I won," he says after a moment, and his words are clear; the slurring comes later, comes after years of loss, of being unable to save. "I tricked them but there's no way they're going to let something like that happen again. The only advice I can give you is to stay alive. Don't run into the fray at the beginning. Don't fight the Careers unless you have to, but when you have to kill do it without regret."

"That's all you have?" the boy asks, and his mouth falls open a bit. Haymitch doesn't know his name - has taken care not to internalize their names.

Haymitch nods. "I wish I could be more help, but the Games - they're rigged against you. No one in the Capitol wants you to win. It sounds evil but that's what they are."

The girl doesn't say a word.

*

When they're killed, too early, too soon, he allows himself a moment to close his eyes, to try to smash down the aching in his chest, in his bones.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, to them - Elle and Patrick, such nice kids, so young, too fucking young. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you."

That doesn't change.

wakemexsoftly

5 years ago

bankingonamyth

5 years ago

Peeta/Katniss, Catching Fire, you could love me if I knew how to lie
Careers, deliver me from being perfect and complete
whoa.

sing_song_sung

March 28 2012, 18:22:19 UTC 5 years ago Edited:  March 28 2012, 18:22:31 UTC

katniss/clove, i was a dangerous girl, you were too nice for this world
oooooh goooood prompt
Finnick/Annie, you haven't come this far to fall off the earth
Finnick/Johanna

"You’re getting damned romantic."
"No, bored."
Oh, seriously?

jada_jasmine

5 years ago

nicalyse

5 years ago

nicalyse

5 years ago

kolms

5 years ago

nicalyse

5 years ago

sabaceanbabe

5 years ago

nicalyse

5 years ago

a_fallen_girl

5 years ago

nicalyse

5 years ago

Gale/Katniss

"It’s funny," I said. "It’s very funny. And it’s a lot of fun, too, to be in love."
"Do you think so?" her eyes looked flat again.
"I don’t mean fun that way. In a way it’s an enjoyable feeling."
"No," she said. "I think it’s hell on earth."
Gale/Johanna, Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.


Fight Club quotes are almost too perfect for this, this one particularly.

w_addams13

5 years ago

w_addams13

5 years ago

rosegilmore

5 years ago

w_addams13

5 years ago

Gale/Katniss, "I can’t help it. I’m a goner. It’s tearing me all up inside."
cato/clove, we all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.