𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐞
/bro͞ot/
1.
a savagely violent person or animal.
"𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑－𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑒"
Hunger games - finished - 3/4/22
Catching fire - finished - 5/11/22
Mockingjay part one - finished - 6/21/22
Mockingjay part two - fin...
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Once we were back at our camp, I got Roland situated, and walked to the water. I wasn't even alone for a minute before Finnick walked over, I'm not complaining though.
We sat for about a minute before either of us talked. After the first minute passed I leaned my head on his shoulder.
The second minute started, I finally took a deep breath and talked.
"I miss him." Is all I said. Finnick's hand moved and grabbed mine.
"I know you do." "But, I'm also happy he's not the one that won." I lifted my head to look at Finnick's face.
"I can only imagine what Snow would have had him done..." Finnick nodded knowing what I meant.
"Are you okay?" I asked since this might be the last time we are actually alone, with no interruptions. "I haven't said anything yet, but, I'm sorry about Mags." With that he looked away from me and at the waves.
"I knew she wasn't going to make it. I just, I still had hope that she would." "Trust me I know the feeling. It sucks, it sucks to know all your hard work to keep someone alive can just disappear." Finnick nodded.
I look at him, tears are brimming his eyes threatening to fall out. I pulled him down so his head resting on my shoulder, my fingers roamed his still somehow soft hair.
—Roland's POV —
I watched the two sit in the water. Finnick's head is on her shoulder his arms around her waist pulling her tightly into his grip.
One side of me is happy that they finally are together. The other side is wanting to get up and walk over their and pull their bodies apart and give Finnick a stern talking to about not breaking her heart.
I push my thoughts aside as Katniss looked at me.
"Who's Blossom?" I smiled at the name of my wife.
"She's, she's my wife." "Is she a victor?" "No, she was actually a stylist, she Uhh, she was the stylist for Cypress back in her games." "You didn't tell me that Roland." Johanna said next to me.
"Must have slipped my mind." I gave her a sarcastic smile.
"And, who was the other voice? The one yelling for Cypress?" I looked at Katniss anger over came me. "You can be a little more respectful." "Sorry." Peeta gripped Katniss' shoulder.
