੭ 〃the center of the grand feast under the big guillotine to whom does the rolling head belong? ༅ ֺ ⋆ ഒ Through fear instilled deep into Felicity's mind, the Capitol made her dance right into their rhythms like a puppet with iron strings. With the 3rd Quarter Quell arriving, she delves into a chasm of her mind, tiptoeing the faint line between submission and defiance. Finnick hadn't planned to get reaped again, much less with his mentor and guardian. He lost all hope for himself and Mags, but when his eyes landed on a sparkling ivy ones, he somehow forgot why he was standing there. Maybe hope is a fickle thing that needed a spark to ignite. psd credit to me except the psds on the gifs. cover credit to @heartfates
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