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(  @-ofsongbirds  )    ‘re  one  of  those  singers,  aren’t  you?  what’re  they  called  (   . . .    )  c - coven?  (     she  watched  lucy  gray  with  wide,  astonished  eyes,  she’d  never  seen  someone  from  outside  the  district  before   )

(  @fiftyswon  )    (    ally?  with  her?  wiress  couldn’t  help  the  small  smile  that  spread  across  her  face  in  disbelief,  the  hand  that  wasn’t  holding  onto  haymitch’s  lifting  up  to  point  at  herself,  poking  her  collarbone  softly    )

( haymitch glanced down in surprise once he felt the squeeze to his hand, before letting his eyes rest on her face. ) ..good luck. though, i’m sure you won’t need it. you’re smart. i believe in you. and.. katniss really likes you, too. she wants to ally with you.

(  @fiftyswon  )    (   wiress  simply  watched  haymitch,  eyes  gone  slightly  wide,  tinged  with  surprise  and  a  hint  of  gratitude,  of  understanding.  and  as  much  as  she  wanted  to,  she  couldn’t  seem  to  find  any  words,  no  soft  ‘thank  you’  to  say.  so  instead  she  reached  forward  and  took  hold  of  one  of    haymitch’s  hands,  giving  it  a  soft  squeeze    )

(  @fiftyswon  )    it’s  (   . . .   )  odd,  how  ever  district  /   but   /  twelve  has  at  least  one  victor,  i - i  mean  /   i   /  won  a - and  i  didn’t  even  really  do  anything!  you’d  think  at  least  one  time  someone  would-  (    wiress  caught  herself,  the  faraway  look  that  overtook  her  eyes  when  she  rambled  vanishing  almost  as  soon  as  it  had  appeared,  she  gave  haymitch  another  apologetic  look,  eyebrows  knitting  together  in  guilt    )   sorry,  i  shouldn’t  really  speculate  like  that,  s’not  it’s  something  we  can  control  (    she  could  see  right  through  his  poor  facade,  but  bit  her  lip  instead  of  pointing  it  straight  out,  something  beetee  had  advised  her  to  start  doing  last  year  whenever  the  urge  to  point  out  everything  she  found  so  painfully  obvious    )   even  if  one  of  them  does  win,  you  lose  the  other,  or  (   . . .   )  others  i  guess

i.. ( haymitch trailed off, a flicker of surprise passing over his face. he hadn’t expected her to be so.. /blunt/, even if it seemed to have been accidental. ) no, it’s.. fine. it’s true anyway, isn’t it? you were just stating a fact. ( he shrugged his shoulder, almost as if he were attempting to seem unbothered. ) no, of course. i can’t imagine how it would be.. even if a tribute from your district wins.

(  @fiftyswon  )   w - well  mags  wanted  to,  and  it’s  not  like  there’s  anyone  from  twelve  to  mentor  anyway  (    wiress’s  eyes  widened  as  her  expression  filled  with  guilt  the  moment  the  words  left  her  mouth,  gaze  immediately  flicking  away  from  haymitch  and  down  to  her  lap   )  sorry  (   . . .   )  i - i  don’t  really  know  how  to  feel  about,  b -  but  i  don’t  think  it  was  fun  for  beetee  last  year,  or - or  this  one

( @fiftyswon )   it  was  /   our   /  idea  (    for  what  feels  like  the  first,  and  last,  time  in  forever,  wiress’s  words  are  clear  and  firm,  no  tremble,  no  lisp,  no  hesitation  and  fear  she  just  can’t  shake.  but  almost  as  quickly  as  it  came,  it  disappeared    ) we - we,  i -  /   i    /  knew  the  risks,  we  t - t - t - thought  it would - would  work  and  it  didn’t.  s - say -  saying  sorry’s  not  g - gunna  fix  it (    the  words  feel  harsh  but  true,  wiress  was  mad,  mad  at  herself,  at  the  game  makers,  at  snow,  at  everything,  but  not  at  haymitch    )

no, wait- you shouldn’t be the one apologizing. i agreed to do this. it should’ve been /me/ to suffer, not you. you didn’t deserve any of this. we’re all just trying to survive. ( haymitch swallowed the bile in his throat, unable to look at her. he’d failed. after everything, he’d failed, and she had taken the fall for him. ) what-? ..don’t say that. i was just as much involved as you guys were. you guys wouldn’t even be in this mess if i hadn’t agreed. ugh.. ( he sighed, running a hand through his hair. ) i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.

(  @fiftyswon  )  i - i - i’m  sorry it - it  didn’t  work  (   the  few  words  wiress  manages  to  get  out  are  a  jumbled,  stuttered  mess.  her  eyebrows  are  knitted  tightly  together  and  her  eyes  hold  a  pained  mix  of  guilt  and  sorrow.  hands  fiddle  nervously  together,  pressed  tightly  against  her  chest,  bandaged  fingers  tangling and  untangling  over  and  over   )   y - y -  don’t  need  to  repay,  ‘s - ‘s  our  plan  anyway,  you - you  didn’t  have  to  do  it,  that - that - that’s  enough
            
            / oh my shaylas

had a terrible had pre-her games of pointing out almost everything she found obvious, how something worked, if someone was lying, beetee helped her condition into not doing in, to avoid making enemies among the tributes and sponsors

developed a terrible lisp and stutter after the quarter quell before eventually going almost completely non verbal

even before her time in the games / capitol, she always found it easier to convey certain thoughts or feelings with sounds and motions rather than words