I was a constellation, you held me so tight in the orbits of your body. O' Father, I miss you terribly; too much that I've become a fallen star.. && although I inhaled your words and exhaled stardust, I cannot get this bitter taste from my tongue.
He’d helped the young girl out in the scuffle – though it was CLEAR enough she could fend for herself. Rick had to disarm her though (for now) for caution’s sake. “Never said anythin’ about weak – y’just don’t look too USED t’all of this. Are you out here all on your own?” young girl all by herself – in his opinion – didn’t stand much of a chance surviving out here like that. “I can HELP you, if that’s the case.”
“Well you’re not entirelywrong, especially if you pinned me to be a poster child princess. I was spoiled, but my father taught me to survive.” Traits of honesty had been part of the families bloodline, even after living within a lie. everyone she had loved became dust, bits of brain blown to whatever was left of nature. “Don’t have to worry about me, but I can’t blame you for taking my knife. So, what’s it gonna take to prove ya - whatever - ya need to know?”
Blue eyes had been fixed on the other’s before Madge finally spoke. The words that had f l o a t e d from her mouth fabricated a sentence not even SHE could predict.
❝ Someone mentioned you have a talent for tattoo design. Is that true? ❞
“I do. I’d be even better with the right tools.”
Metaphorically speaking, Chrysta’s hands were tied tighter than a prisoner’s shackles; whereas her attention remained as docile as ever. Some things never change.
Chrys didn’t have a good answer for the experimental victor. To be honest, every reply would seem like some form of an excuse, especially from tongues of the bastards of Panem. The capitol had a horrible reputation, and the brunette couldn’t deny her residency; but rather, Johanna may remember a few people that were important to the rebellion.
“Ummm - I’m kinda’ important. .To Katniss, anyways. I know the people in the city suck, just be happy you didn’t live with a herd of freaks. Just don’t hit me with the shovel! ”
&&the blonde vampire leans back, with her arms crossed over her chest. chin raised up high, trying to climb invisible mountains. the whole world must know that rosalie knows what she’s doing even if her guts squeeze right inside of her. ❛ i will pay enough for YOU TWO to find a proper ‘schedule’. ❜ her words didn’t come out in a rude or sarcastic way. the flawless presence of the young gril covers every mistake that has ever appeared.
❛ i want a rose, covered in blood with a line ‘fulfilled revenge’.
❜
“That’s notdark at all. I can give you something red and inky, but none of that blood stuff. Although I’ll have to admit, it does sound pretty badass. oh wait, oops nevermind what i just said.” That moment of seriousness was quickly shot down by a flushed visage of embarrassment; Always getting ahead of herself just like her own father. Blood artwork, not actual blood, stupid me.
