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[accidentalrebellion]

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HAHA I'M SLOWER

[oratory]

[ He has his arms out already, wraps them around her as she crashes into him. And with that crash comes something else breaking, three months of smothered fear and worry splintering under the warmth and weight of her presence. Her presence. Katniss Everdeen, girl on fire, the girl from the Seam he admired from afar for years before getting noticed by her in the most terrible of circumstances; the girl who didn't let him die in the mud or the caves, risked her life for his, later became a co-conspirator, a fiancee, a "mother," a Mockingjay, but -

- it's just, it's a lot of fancy names for the girl he holds right now, as tightly as he's able because who would've thought this would be possible, a girl who at the end of the day is just Katniss. He kisses the top of her head, doesn't bother pulling away to look at her because there'll be plenty of time for that later. ]

I missed you. [he admits. ]

NO I'M SLOWEST

[accidentalrebellion]

[Until now, she's never considered the possibility of this. Seeing him again. Hearing his voice in her ear. Feeling the comforting warmth of his arms around her, the same warmth that got her through so many nights, so many horrors in that arena. No, she could never have afforded to consider it. Even if he wasn't dead, even if she'd keep fighting hard to keep him alive, there was never a guarantee of how long that'd last. ...

But the boy with the bread has not yet slipped away.

She feels something start to break inside of her. A thin thread solely responsible for holding her together, for preventing her from coming apart at the seams, slowly begins to unravel. The wall, the pillar of all her pseudo-strength, threatens to crash to the ground and crumble to dust. She tries for a steadying breath, but there's a profound hitch in it she can't suppress. There's something stinging in her eyes that's not easily blinked back.

There are no words with which to respond, even if she weren't disadvantaged in that area already. Maybe in another lifetime, such an admission would've garnered a much different response out of her; a rolling of the eyes, that old stab of guilt and awfulness whenever he alluded to anything sentimental. But now, it just causes her to cling to him more tightly, as tightly as she possibly can. To shut out the world around her for a while.

She won't be the first to let go.]