-ofsongbirds

/        soft and teasing lil spam PLS. i’ll send mine shortly. 

*/   spam  arabella  please ,,  my  sapphics  who  haunt  the  narrative  also  haunt  me !!

@-ofsongbirds    /    here and @/tictoks PLEAK

(  @snowstylings  )
            
            it isn't. least i don't think it so.   [  lucy gray's tone is firm, but in a way she hopes will let tigris know that she thinks her questions are worth hearing, simple as they may be. ]    of all the questions they throw around tryna probe into our lives before they throw us to our deaths…  no one's asked me that one.   [  she dips her chin when her bottom lip starts to tremble. ]   if i'm bein' honest, my momma's dress is the only thing holding’ me together now. i worry about my covey, without me.

(    @-ofsongbirds     )     well   /   clearly   /    he  doesn’t    (    calliope  grimaced  as  she  inspected  the  dress  further,  not  only  is  it  bland  and  boring,  but  the  fabric  is  hideous  and  looks  itchy  enough  to  rub  off  layers  of  ones  skin.    it  holds  lucy  gray’s  figure  nice,  sure,  but  the  outfit  just  feels  off,  like  it  belongs  to  someone  else  and  had  been  forced  over  her  head    )    the  whole ‘lucy  gray  charm’  is  in  the  colours,  why  d’you  think  we  dress  the  tributes  as  brightly  as  we  do?    no  disrespect  to  the  president,  love  the  guy,  but  there  is  something  seriously  wrong  with  your  current  wardrobe
            
            
            /    oh i have been ON that grind

(  @fashionforwards  )
            
            well,   [  hardened, but too stuck in her gilded cage to protest, lucy gray's fingers clench around the colorless fabric of her gown. ]   nothin' screams snow like pure white. ‘s got glitter for twirlin’ and eye-catchin’.   [  but nothing lucy gray. she forces a smile, hoping that she'll stop twisting the knife. ]    my husband knows best for what's representin’ us.
            
            /  how did you know the mrs snow au edits have been driving me crazy…

i.. suppose. more often than i’d like it to. ( he agrees, voice quiet. ) oh? i bet your songs are beautiful. my girl used to sing too. ( used to. he nearly grimaces at the past-tense. ) it is pretty nice out here. stunning. i can understand why.

(  @fiftyswon  )
            
            happens often, doesn't it?   [  her lips curve into a brief, but understanding smile. ]    ‘s why i turn to singin’ so much. means my voice can be louder than whatever's goin’ on in here.   [  she makes a vague gesture to her head, before nodding. ]    most of my time passes by out here.

yeah. i did. thoughts tend to get loud sometimes, i guess. ( he shrugged a shoulder, almost trying to play it off in a way. ) mm. it seems you know your way around here too. are you here often, then?

(  @Iovedrose  )
            
            you know trust is everythin' t’ me. and i wouldn't let nobody close to my covey if they weren't worth trustin’. but…  your voice should be heard. so tell me, annabel rose, what's goin' through your pretty head, sweetheart?

(  @Iovedrose  )
            
            seems t' be so, doesn't it?   [  lucy gray can't help the lovesick smile that stretches from her lips to crinkle in her eyes. she leans over, placing a flower in the girl's hair. ]    i know how it seems, darlin', but he kept me alive. and he came here—  i think he came here for me.  [  she dips her gaze, giving her head a soft shake. ]    just give 'im a chance, annabel rose. you'll see he's more than one of them capitol boys.

(  @msngrd  )
            
            [  lucy gray is doe-eyed and shaking, fear replacing any curiosity she might have had. being caught off guard is one thing, but constantly running away while doing it is another. ]    trust is everythin' to me.   [  she begins slowly, holding her hands out to force more distance between them. ]    and my ability to trust anyone is wanin' more than the moon these days.  (..)   how can i know you're a friend?