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‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @twinslost 
            ⠀ ⠀ mm,  i  guess  that’s  nice  or  whatever.    [  she  looks  out  the  window,  across  the  square  where  the  apothecary  is  and  where  they  watch  their  best  friend  talk  to  the  boy  she’s  head  over  heels  for.  ]  as  long  as  he  doesn’t  break  her  heart.  i  heard  he’s  cousin  to  the  covey  ‘nd  you  know  how  they  are. 

(    @cagedcanary     )     it’s  cute!    (    merrilee  whined,  leaning  back  against  the  counter,  her  forming  a  soft  pout    )     the  other  day  he  brought  her  this  big  bouquet  of  flowers  he’d  gotten  from  some  meadow  out  in  the  woods,  maysilee  they’re    /    gorgeous   /

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @twinslost 
            ⠀ ⠀ what  ?  no,  they’re  so  gushy,  its  gross  !    [  she  props  her  elbow  on  the  shops  counter,  chin  resting  on  the  palm  of  her  hand.  they  are  pretty  cute,  and  astrid  looks  truly  happy  with  burdock,  but  they’re  still  gross.  ]  

(    @cagedcanary     )    you  can’t  get  stuff  here?    (    merrilee  doesn’t  want  to  pry,  doesn’t  want  to  find  herself  in  the  dark  corners  of  her  sister’s  mind  and  memories  that  belong  to  the  games  and  the  capitol,  doesn’t  want  to  force  her  to  relive  those  moments,  but  she  knows  maysilee,  and she sees  how  every  time  she  returns  from  those  weekend  getaways  to  the  captiol,  she’s  in  a  worse  state  than  she  was  when  she  left    )

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @twinslost 
            ⠀ ⠀ ‘s  not  important,  merrilee.  [  her  eyes  don’t  meet  the  other’s,  they  find  a  spot  on  dirty  gravel  to  focus  on.  her  cracked  lips  press  into  a  thin  line.  ]    i  just  get  some  stuff  to  help  with  the  nightmares. 

(    @cagedcanary     )    no.     (    merrilee  says  softly,  eyes  glassy  with  tears  as  she  stares  at  the  blurry  version  of  her  sister  that  sits  in  front  of  her,  unsure  if  it’s  even  real,  if   /   any   /   of  times  she’s   seen  her  have  been  real,  that  if  she’s  actually  seeing  her  sister,  forever  preserved  in  her  sweet  sixteen  golden  glow,  or  if  the  years  of  headaches  are  finally  getting  to  her  brain    )    she  looks like   /   you   / 
            
            
            /    i’m going to need three to four business days to recover from this

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @twinslost 
            ⠀ ⠀ [  a  sad  smile  finds  its  way  on  her  lips  as  she  looks  at  her  sister,  the  face  that  once  reflected  hers  was  now  aged  with  life  and  grief.  still,  maysilee  sits  across  from  merrilee,  like  they  used  to  in  their  room,  late  at  night.  ]    so,  she  looks  like  us,  you  mean.    [  she  wants  to  chuckle,  but  it’s  thick  with  tears  that  are  stuck  in  her  throat.  ]    she’s  beautiful,  merrilee.  i’m  so  proud  of  you.
            
            *     seeing  your  sister  age  while  you’re  stuck  at  sixteen  … 

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @twinslost 
            ⠀ ⠀ [  maysilee  forces  herself  to  not  roll  her  eyes  at  her  sister,  instead  she  huffs  out  a  heavy  sigh.  the  blonde  crosses  her  arms  over  her  chest,  the  scowl  on  her  face  and  attitude the  only  way  to  tell  them  apart.  ]  i  hardly  am  mean,  mer.  i  just  say  what  most  don’t  —  the  truth.  not  my  fault  they  don’t  know  how  to  talk  to  a  girl  who  doesn’t  hold  her  tongue. 

‧₊˚ ┊ ❛  @villagesview- 
            ⠀ ⠀ …  i’m  not  sure,  but  you  definitely  aren’t  completely  alive.  say,  is  it  true  you’re  haymitch’s  kid  ? 

*     also covey oc based on another edgar allan poe poem :3 

*     plus  theme which i lowk don’t like but womp womp

@cagedcanary   /    hey . . .

(    @sweetcanary     )     (    wiress’s  eyes  widened  at  the  sudden  burst  of  laughter,  but  the  corners  of  mouth  twitch  up  at  the  sound,  a  soft  chuckle  of  her  own  escaping  her  lips.     it’s  quick  to  fall  though,  the  mention  of  dressing  up,  the  thought  that  after  the  games  you  get  to  be  done,  get  to  just  go  home,  it  feels  like  a  fantasy  now,  one  she  used  to  believe  and  one  that  maysilee  still  does.     what  she  does  she  even  say  to  that?     no,  you  don’t  have  to  wear  a  big  fancy  dress  anymore,  but  they  still  cover  you  in  glitter  and  almost  translucent  undergarments  and  parade  you  around  the  captiol  to  those  willing  to  pay  the  high  price?    the  thought  make  wiress’  skin  burn,  makes  her  feel  dirty    )    y - your  sister?     (    her  gaze  flicks  to  the  reflection  the  younger  girl  stares  at,  and  for  a  moment  she  lets  herself  see  what  maysilee  sees,  lets  herself  see  her  sister    )    i - i’m  sure-    (    she  doesn’t  know  what  to  say?    “i’m  sure  you’ll  win  this  massive  bloodbath?”    )
            
            
            
            /    sotr movie doesn’t fail me . . . let them interact more

@tictoks ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˚˖ִ໋ ৎ 
            ⠀ ⠀ [  to  everyone’s  surprise,  and  most  of  all  maysilee’s,  she  lets  out  a  laugh  —  it  burst  out  of  her  almost  like  a  cough  and  she  raises  her  hand  to  her  mouth  to  cover  it.  ]  oh,  no.  i’d  take  this  over  itchy  crayon  anytime.  at  least  you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  dressing  up  like  this  anymore.  [  blue  eyes  widen  slightly  and  she  shakes  her  head,  curls  bobbing.  the  dress  was  more  than  perfect  in  all  honesty,  it  was  probably  the  most  expensive  thing  she’s  worn  in  her  life.  the  material  softer  and  better  quality  than  any  of  her  dresses  back  home,  even  if  she  was  a  ‘ town  girl ’.  plus,  dealing  with  the  obnoxious  oblivion  of  the  prep  team  exhausted  her.  ]  no,  no  !  it  really  is  fine  !  it’s  just  —  i  have  a  twin  sister  …  [  her  reflection  goes  blurry  with  tears,  voice  thickening.  ]  and  it’s  like  i’m  seeing  her  getting  ready  for  when  i  get  back  home  …  all  in  back.  of  course,  our  mourning  clothes  aren’t  as  nice  as  these. 
            
            *     she is so perfect <3  her and maysilee needed to bond more fr 

(    @sweetcanary     )    i  looked  like  a 
            crayon,  and  it  itched  all  over    (    wiress  shuddered  at  the  memory,  hands  instinctively  coming  up  to  scratch  at  the  skin  along  her  shoulders.   she’d  practically  been  forbidden  from  trying  to  adjust  or  fix  her  dress  during  her  interview,  guess  she’d  squirmed  around  in  it  too  much  when  she  was  getting  all  primped  and  cleaned  up  beforehand,  but  the  texture  had  left  a  rash  on  her  shoulders  and  back  for  days,  she  didn’t  miss  it  in  the  slightest  )    better  than  i - i - itchy  though  i  bet?    (    the  attempts  at  cracking  a  joke  was  shaky  and  weak,  and  an  embarrassed  flush  quickly  settled  on  her  ears.    but 
            the  look  of  sadness  that  settles  across  maysilee’s  features  for  a 
            moment  isn’t  lost  on  her,  and  wiress’s  head  cocks  to  the  side  slightly  before  the  question  leaves  her  mouth    )    are  you  alright?    d - d’you  not  like  it?    ‘m  sure  that  capitol  girl,  ellie?    i - i’m  sure  she  would  be  happy  to  try  and  find  you  another- 
            
            
            
            /    my beautifully awkward girl . . . sighs

@sweetcanary 
            
            / YES FOR REAL! SO HAPPY U BROUGHT HER BACK 

@-twelvevictor 
            *     MAYSILEE  MY  BELOVED <333