on my first day in paris we visited the neighborhood of montmarte. a beautiful cobblestone district with cafés at every corner and the occasional accordion player lurking for tips. these two boys were playing soccer in a small apartment like complex, and out of all the special moments from the day (even some being from sacré-cœur) their innocent game surrounded by rural pastel buildings was my favorite.
Prompt 22: Canon Divergent fic where the Quarter Quell never happens and Katniss and Peeta have to continue living their lives in front of the Capitol [submitted by Anonymous]
*Hope this isn’t too dark(ish) or too short. I’m probably going to make this into a longer fic because man I was getting really into this prompt and this is only a small portion of what I blabbered out!*
Rating: Teen Audiences and up
The silence of the barren home resounds around me. My hands, having nothing better to do, swirl the last dregs of tea leaves about in the long-chilled mug. The musty shack lets the dust thickly frost abandoned washbins and counters. The table where Prim once laid out my Reaping Day breakfast has warped, from an unattended leak in the ceiling. I should take better care of this place, I know. If anything were to happen to me, my mother and sister will need to move back here. A shudder runs through me, at the thought. It was proven to be more of a possibility than anyone had let us know, during our Victory Speech in District Two several months ago. The memory of shots ringing out, of Peeta slumping to the cobblestone floor haunt my already troubled dreams. The sob choked out of my chest, my panic and tears doing nothing to allay his injury. Faintest, shallow breaths escaping his lips before Peacekeepers dragged me away from him. Peeta still has the scars on his chest and arms, bitter reminders as achingly hard for me to see as his offset leg. The fear of loss, of all my work to keep him safe, him, the kindest boy I know being in vain. The memory of Snow’s approving nod, during our feast at his mansion, comes full-forced now, kicks at me to drown in my punishment until all I can do is stop myself from crying out.