thinking about exsilium, post mockingjay

[howherolls]

I'd vote no.

There's no guarantee I can stop, even now. I'll try, but...

 ...you've had better ideas.

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[insecrets]

Haven't they all?

[howherolls]

[ he looks at Finnick for a while, his hands fidgeting a few times as he speaks ]

I can't figure out why she wants to do this. Any of it.

[insecrets]

[He shrugs.] Too many reasons I can think of, but I think they just... Like having that control over us.

[howherolls]

Control.

[ he gives a small smile ]

That's all that matters in the end, isn't it?

[godofshawarma]

And I'm sure worse. It is not so bad once one looks past the riots and lofting of fruits at passing strangers.

[howherolls]

[ with a hint of either irony or humor: ]

Nothing like thrown fruit to ruin someone's day.

[godofshawarma]

[ It's the worst, Peeta. The worst. W/e, he chuckles a little ]

Luckily, you may be fortunate enough to miss the worst of the crop throwing, as I'm told the riots should die down shortly.

[howherolls]

[ I guess you can only put your best foot forward, ba dum tish ]

[ that makes him pause, staring at him and reevaluating ]

Riots? Over what?

[insecrets]

[A grin in return.]

Sometimes, maybe. We all exhibit control over something else.

[effective]

[There's a long pause before she says it]

I want you to be there with me.

But I don't...want you to be in danger.

[howherolls]

[ he smiles, looking tired. ]

At least it wouldn't be anything new and different.

[ Peeta sighs, and falls silent until the sharp sound of a knuckle cracking breaks it up ]

[effective]

[She hates how everything is so careful and measured between them, now] I wanted things to be different.

[howherolls]

It hasn't felt that way in a while. Not since...everything.



Did they ever tell you? About him?

[howherolls]

I don't think I can be there, Katniss. There's nothing to keep me in check.

I want to. But I could kill someone. Like I killed Mitchell.

[effective]

You pushed him, you didn't know what was going to happen. It wasn't your fault.

I'll keep you in check. I'll make sure, Peeta, you know I will.

[howherolls]

[ he stares at her for a long time ]


You could kill me. Real or not real.

[godofshawarma]

[ well played, mr. mellark, well played. ]

A 'temporal disturbance'. [ look, he learned some big words ] It has turned men into infants and erased memories in others.

[howherolls]

[ Peeta's hands clench tightly, and his breathing becomes slightly labored. It takes him a few moments to reply]

I'd be interested to know how that resulted in fruit-throwing.

[insecrets]

It takes awhile. And it's only in small things, but you've always been much better than us.

[UH NO THEY HAVEN'T.]

About who?

[effective]

[She stares at him back] Not real. [Her voice is quiet, almost inaudible when she says the words; she clears her throat and follows it up almost immediately]

It won't come to that.

[howherolls]

[ a smile ]


He looks just like you.


[ he pauses, reconsidering ]

Annie's eyes though.

Video;

[studieswaitressing]

Yeah, you end up having to run around with dinosaurs for three months. Not the highlight of my life.

[godofshawarma]

The natives did not take kindly to being included in the disturbance. Hence the lobbing of vegetation at those they deemed responsible.

[ Whatever Thor, it's because you were yelling like a moron in the middle of the square ]

[insecrets]

[...

UH.

NO.

HE REJECTS THIS.

No, really, Finnick just stands there with a blank look on his face.] What?

[howherolls]

[ Peeta frowns ]

Not real.

[ his face becomes puzzled, lost ]

You're fighting a war.