❝ when the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace ❞
we are all
after something
that makes
the empty spaces in us
make sense
❝ when you love someone, you never forget their face ❞
started. 03.04.2020
published. 08.07.202...
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post the reaping of the 68th hunger games
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Silence consumed the carriage of the train that Nolan and Freyja were sat in. Not a word spoken between them.
Just silence.
When the doors to the carriage open, the pair stood up as Apollo strutted in, her smile bright with a serious and solemn Finnick Odair and Nathaniel Hostetler following behind. Freyja couldn't bare to look either of the victors she had grown up knowing in the eye.
Nathaniel gave them a sad sort of smile as he gestured for them to resit at the mahogany dining table. The four of them sat quietly, the tributes focusing their eyes on the beautiful table, the victors analysing the young victims with their eyes and Apollo was humming quietly as she sat on one of the plush single seat couches a few feet away from them, looking at her nails.
"Right, well," Nathaniel spoke up, clasping his hands on the table, "Introductions. I'm Nathaniel Hostetler, call me Nate, and this is Finnick." He told the pair, gesturing to himself and his fellow victor.
"Nolan." The youngest boy said, looking up.
"Freyja." The girl copied, even though she knew both of the older men personally.
"Oh!" Apollo suddenly jumped up as some Avoxes entered the room, food fit for kings in their arms and the green-haired woman joined them at their table, "Dig in!" She grinned, everyone complying.
