M U L T I - M U S E 

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i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

i will be moving cinna over to my MULTI-MUSE @soulscatter. all threads will be continued over there! so please follow!

                                                   C I N N A .  He’s  dead,  isn’t  he? Yes,   dear.   He   m a d e   Plutarch             PROMISE          not   to   show   you   this   until   you’d   d e c i d e d   to   be             The Mockingjay          on   your   own.   He    knew   the   r i s k s.   As   we   all   do.   He   BELIEVED   in   this   revolution.                                                He believed in Y O U

                                            brilliant,  e n g i m a t i c,  lovely C I N N A 

he’d decided to surprise her, something mischievous on his features as he waited in the doorway. 

     ❝ come on. we’re going out. ❞

@plentycffire ♥’d  T H I S

showmaxter:

          moment  taken from  him,   lavender  hued  lids  flutter,       wanting  more   &  wanting  none  of  it altogether.          then  a  slow  nod.   he was not drunken  on the drinks,  addicted  to something new for the  night  at least,   lasted  for  days and days  to come.   the  warmth  of the  other  sought  almost  again,   mouth  so  close  to his  own  and     ——  oh,  had  it not  tasted  like  the  sweet  drinks  and  all too   familiar  ?        ’    did  you always  plan to  seduce  your  host  like  this,  my  my …  ’      succeeded,      won  over  a heart  that  defended  itself  against such  claims,  frightened  daring  to  jump  out  of  his throat  but what  was it worth,        scared  in the  very  moment  they  would  meet  again  & he  would  fall  some  more .      tripped,   never  to get  up  again.        ’  if  that  was your  goal  you  reached  that.   for  sure  ,  ’        albeit   a  moment  his  laugh  pushed  through  lungs  so desperate  to feel  something  for  years   in  the  past.           he  was  alive  again  without  ever having died.

there’s that soft engimaticsmile of his on his features as he tentatively places a hand on caesar’s waist. not pushing, not pulling. simply resting. there’s something gently serious in his eyes, though, as he shakes his head, not moving away from the other. 

     ❝ my GOAL is never to seduce. the goal, the intent, the want---         is always beyond that, ❞ he admits quietly. this is too much,         his mind warns, CHASTISES. you’ll scare him away. you         are too drunk. ❝ it was never my goal to seduce you,         caesar, ❞ he nearly whispers. 

peacekeepingsniper:

She sighed; she had expected him to ask that eventually. She wished she could, but that would only get her in deeper shit than if the peacekeeping command found out what she and the remaining members of her squad were thinking. “I wish I could grant you that but I can’t at the moment.” She squatted down next to him with a look of pity, she had given thought to why the stylist was still alive. She then whispered, “ When the civil war does break out, I’ll at least let the other side know where you are and maybe you’ll be able to survive this.”

he can see the answer in her eyes long before she answers and his heart drops. they will kill him. and they will use him. and katniss will be hurt that much more. her words however, caught him sharply by surprise. he couldn’t help the look he gave her, but the sadness didn’t fully leave his eyes. he gives a shake of his head. 

       ❝ they’ll have used me by then, ❞ he whispers back. ❝ snow knows what my death will do to her. he’ll make it public... ❞ but if he dies, quietly, in an interrogation room, none would be the wiser. maybe she’ll find out, eventually, through the grapevine of information. but the blow won’t be as hard. maybe they’ll tell her died quickly.