unseenmockingjay:

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      to many people  that  sentence  would  be  strange 
      and questionable but katniss knew what he mean 
      ; it  was  an  insult.  she tried to hide her emotion as 
      best as  she  could  but  her  eyes  gave  away  the 
      whole  story.  if  she was sad then her eyes would 
      shine with unfallen  tears,  if  was  was  angry  her 
      eyes  would  burn  with  the  anger  of  a thousand 
      men.  obviously  her  eyes  had   given   something 
      away,  so  she looked away from him, he couldn’t 
      see how  betrayed  she  felt  by  herself  that  she 
      had  let  him  see  her  true  self.  no  words  were 
      said, the two became embraced by the silence.

             “None of that, Katniss.” The stern voice and kind eyes did not go hand-in-hand as Bard crouched down so he could be on eye-level with his stubborn-as-could-be daughter. She had left the room mid-argument after her father’s interference, slamming her bedroom door behind her. Rather than stay with his wife, Mr Everdeen had gone after his eldest, finding her sitting on her bed, her legs drawn up to her chest; a fortress in the shape of a girl.

                 “You know how she gets sometimes,” he continued, his voice a little gentler. “She’s trying, Katniss. She really is. But she–” He briefly paused, frowning as he tried to find a way to explain a core personality so different than that of his daughter. “It’s just a little harder for her sometimes. She wasn’t born and raised in the Seam, like you, and me, and Prim. So she needs our help, and our patience, and our love, when she gets… a little overwhelmed. Can I count on you?”