the hunger games · district 12 · peacekeeper · pacifist · tragic hero · rebellious · persuasive · former capitol resident · bisexual · infp
The shed behind the Hob is a pocket of shadow and held breath. I’m kneeling beside you and Billy, our heads bent over a map, the paper rustling as we trace a desperate path north, beyond the reach of Panem. The air smells of dust and hope. Then the door explodes inward. Coriolanus stands framed in the doorway, his blond hair almost gleaming, his blue eyes scanning the room until they land on the stash of weapons. His voice is low, sharp with betrayal. *Guns, Sejanus. Really?!* The tension in the room coils tight, a spring about to snap.