Title: love is like an energy (this time we go sublime)
Word Count: ~1,400
Summary: She must’ve moved during the night, because she’s sort of on top of Scott now, with her head on his shoulder and their legs tangled together and her hand over his chest, clutching at his shirt.
A/N: Speculative writing about a scene that could’ve (should’ve) taken place during 3.22 “De-Void”; this piece turned suddenly very emotional at one point – probably because of the song I was listening to – and I just went with it.
She’s sleeping on Scott.
Well, more specifically, she has her head on Scott’s shoulder, but still.
She thinks she remembers falling asleep almost as soon as she’d closed her eyes. That probably had less to do with the long, long day she’d just had and more to do with the fact that she felt completely comfortable lying with Scott, with his chest against her back and his arm around her from behind and his breath warm against her neck. She must’ve moved during the night, though, because she’s sort of on top of Scott now, with her head on his shoulder and their legs tangled together and her hand over his chest, clutching at his shirt.
She feels her cheeks flush and her heartbeats pick up, coming a little faster in her chest, and she thinks she may, quite possibly, freak out over this.
Phoebe lived on the street. Okay? Plus, she’s got this crazy temper.
WHY DON’T WE EVER TALK ABOUT HOW PRETTY ANNA IS
Can you appreciate that this is an animated drawing of someone drawing and it’s fucking perfect.
“She is who she is, and she is unapologetic. When you’re around her, you feel an honesty that brings out the honesty in you. She has an old soul. I’m a few years older than she is, but I still feel like her younger brother. To this day, she still seems a little more wordily and intelligent than most people in the room. She’s very spontaneous, and she can make something fun out of nothing. Anything that seems interesting or adventurous, she’ll go for it — and her willingness breeds a kind of allegiance. Before you know it, you’re having a good time when you didn’t even know you could” - Chris Evans about Scarlett Johansson
Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, “How do you bear it?”
Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of n i g h t m a r e s each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” Something in my expression stops him. “Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to f a l l a p a r t.”