warnings for character death, prostitution, unhappy everything. detachable hearts 'verse, BECAUSE YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING.
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Johanna was sixteen. She took a knife and drew it down her chest, peeled apart the skin and muscle to peer, through the blood, at that writhing, beating thing. It was ugly, almost, she thought.
In her memory the President whispered, you know what I want.She thought about how it would feel, pressed her thumb to its fleshy surface and gasped at the shock of it, at the cool air and her skin, rough despite the bloody slickness. It would fit, she thought, perfectly in Snow's hand
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“I don't want him to have it,” Johanna said. Her teeth dug into her lower lip but she was a Victor, she had ripped a boy's heart from his chest and crushed it beneath her heel.
Haymitch shook his head. “He’ll take it.”
“I don't care,” she said, lightheaded with the truth of it. “There’s nothing I want. I’ll die before he can have it.” It's mine.
“Smart,” Haymitch said. “Selfish, but smart.”
She thought: isn't that how you win?
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Annie had felt it when the President took her heart. She had been on the train and there had been a message from Finn, I’ll see you soon, I promise. She had been tracing the fingers of her left hand over the letters, the fingers of her right over the hilt of the dagger she wasn't supposed to have but she was Four, nobody cared.
It had been like - like a riptide, swallowing her whole.
Hearts are such delicate things.
She had whispered, you said you would keep it safe, but she had never been innocent. She had known what she was getting into.
He had said, please do this for me, and she loved him, of
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Beetee gave her the little piece of steel, shrink-wrapped with a sticker marked sterile. “Muffles the effects,” he said. “Haymitch said you might need this
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Johanna was sixteen. She took a knife and drew it down her chest, peeled apart the skin and muscle to peer, through the blood, at that writhing, beating thing. It was ugly, almost, she thought.
In her memory the President whispered, you know what I want.She thought about how it would feel, pressed her thumb to its fleshy surface and gasped at the shock of it, at the cool air and her skin, rough despite the bloody slickness. It would fit, she thought, perfectly in Snow's hand ( ... )
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Haymitch shook his head. “He’ll take it.”
“I don't care,” she said, lightheaded with the truth of it. “There’s nothing I want. I’ll die before he can have it.” It's mine.
“Smart,” Haymitch said. “Selfish, but smart.”
She thought: isn't that how you win?
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Annie had felt it when the President took her heart. She had been on the train and there had been a message from Finn, I’ll see you soon, I promise. She had been tracing the fingers of her left hand over the letters, the fingers of her right over the hilt of the dagger she wasn't supposed to have but she was Four, nobody cared.
It had been like -
like a riptide, swallowing her whole.
Hearts are such delicate things.
She had whispered, you said you would keep it safe, but she had never been innocent. She had known what she was getting into.
He had said, please do this for me, and she loved him, of ( ... )
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Beetee gave her the little piece of steel, shrink-wrapped with a sticker marked sterile. “Muffles the effects,” he said. “Haymitch said you might need this ( ... )
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“I do, though,” he shrugged. “You see, I was never in the arena.”
Cinna just gave me chills in this one. Great work! <3
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