@70th said “  yes,  the rumors are true.  i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass.  ”

 ‍  ‍ her laugh splutters into the glass of orange juice raised to her lips, startled enough that she coughs on the citrus that slips down her throat and into her lungs. a wheezy breath rattles through her chest as she sets the cup down, but there is still a snicker that chokes past the sleeve brought to cover her mouth.

 ‍  ‍ “ nice impression of finnick, ” her gaze is appraising when she looks at annie, lips curved into a crooked grin. “ speaking of which, where is the golden boy this morning? i thought he's usually the first to breakfast. ” something about athletes and food. katniss might have him beat, though.

@70th liked for a starter!

 ‍  ‍ “ you were a dancer, right? ” one of the many things she had learned about annie cresta only after coming to know her, and she still wonders if she should let go of that sailor's knot of guilt she carries. she never does. katniss doesn't blame herself for her lack of attention span during the summer of the seventieth games, but rather her tunnel vision thereafter; how much annie remained a stranger until the war ended. she glances up at her now, gaze paler than usual in the greyscale of winter that surrounds them. “ this is a little like that. ” or, she assumes. the dances she grew up with, alongside being few and far between, were boot stomping, high energetic affairs. what little she has heard of annie's passions seems to lean toward something more graceful.

 ‍  ‍ she finishes tying the laces of her skates, still silently marveling the design of them. her father's had been older, worn from years and use, and her own were something he had to modify halfway when her feet were small. the blades were shoddy, boots themselves barely keeping the cold out. these ones, new and properly made, are sleek. standing, one foot still on the dock and the other testing the balance of the frozen over lake, katniss offers annie a small, crooked smile. “ i think you'll get the hang of it quick. ”

@70th liked for a lyric starter !

 ‍  ‍ “ but all that's dead and gone and passed tonight. ”

 ‍  ‍  ‍ ― safe and sound, taylor swift.