WISHBONE
a child weaned on poison, considers harm a comfort.
━━━━ sharp objects, GILLIAN FLYNN
grab an end, pull hard
THE HUNGER GAMES TRILOGYFrom the way she sees it, she's hardly a monster.
Morally corrupt? Sure, you could say that. Madden Lovell might be a Snow by birthright, but it's not like she's all that fond of it. In fact, she despises it. Yeah, she licks poison off silver spoons instead of knives and the blood that becomes of her is most certainly not her own, but at the heart of it all, below all the surface level privilege, is merely a girl who lives in superlatives. The vast open space between loath and love.
Though, Madden is not full of love, rather dry bitter rage.
She supposes she's the lesser evil really. Seeds of wrath sewn into the lining of her skin, taking root in the spaces between her teeth and brooding with every stroke of her quick tongue. Polishing and sharpening over time. And truthfully, it's not like it's her fault. It's the cold. It's the frostbite.
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WISHBONE ... the hunger games
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