
⸝ 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝚂𝒾𝙻𝙴𝙴 . * 🐍
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⸝ 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝚂𝒾𝙻𝙴𝙴 . * 🐍
@pinowner


no, his victory didn’t mean anything. the second he decided to turn their own weapons against the capitol, manipulate the arena— using the forcefield to defend himself from a horrible blow to the head by an axe, his fate was sealed. another pawn, another figure in their games. +

are you always like this ? judging people for how they look or are you just genuinely superficial ?

what the fuck is wrong with the way i look ?

the color on her skin stained her aura, an abused ghost ascended from the depths of his remorse, matching the dried crimson dirtying his palms; his heart plummeted in his ribcage the undeniable reminder that he was complicit. “no, maysilee. no.” big hot years ricocheted, +

amused grin tugged at his pink lips, hands resting behind his back— towering from his distance, composed and elegant like the world was used to see him. always the smallest district having the troublemakers, a repeating pattern. steps taken on the rouge carpet +

around her neck. @pinowner in all her glory. “it’s ma fault,” the words shot out of him, tears burned on the sensitive red skin of his cheeks. “I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry. I should’ve… stayed with you.”

the pathetic pleas of district twelve’s mayor drove him to this uncommon exception— throat tight and dry, blood trickling down and mixing with the harsh taste of the antidote; pale hues stared into his reflection on a golden vase. the pallor, his hair ruffled and curly +

far from over. the careers were out there, hiding in the shadows like predators to hunt and kill, foiling the odds and recalculating them with each new face that appeared in the sky at night. the shrew and the rascal as a team had a fair chance at beating them; her blowgun +

