unseenmockingjay:

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      he  had  to,  didn’t  he?  he  had  to  use  hunting  as an excuse, it was like a giant
      punch to the gut if she would be unable  to  go  hunting  with  him. hunting  in  the
      forest  with  the  only  time katniss smiled, truly smiled, so to miss an opportunity
      for  a  small  piece  of  happiness  ;  even  if  only  for  the  night.   she   would   be
      something she regretted. if would be better to show some kind of understanding
      now then spend the evening alone with her mother which would probably end up
      in another argument. she finally looked at him, she to fight back the urge to show
      a  small smile because he had used hunting to get to her copperplate again, the
      idea of that wanted to make her smile.

      she pushed herself from her bed as she grabbed her school bag  and  placed  a
      ruined notebook in to the bag, her hair wasn’t braided ; she wouldn’t have time to
      do that today. while her back was turned to him as she collected her thing she let
      her  annoyed  yet  playful  smile  tug  on  her lips. but as she turned to look at him
      again she hid her smile, as best as she could. 

                          ❝i hate you.❞

      she  said  playfully, with sarcasm running through her voice. of course she didn’t
      hate him, she hated the control he had over her.

             

               “—I love you, too.”

                His voice was full of wryness, perfectly matching the expression on his face. His eyes, by contrast, were full of warmth and affection as he watched his daughter walked past him and into the living room. Prim, bless her gentle soul, was patiently waiting with a ribbon in her hand, both her own and Katniss’ school supplies laid out on the table. His wife had her back to them all, busying herself in the kitchen, but Bard knew better. Those tense lines of her shoulders, the heavy silence that lay upon her… She was upset with him. Too often did he choose Katniss’ side over hers, even though he tried his best to be neutral. But to be neutral was to be a traitor, and to be a traitor meant choosing the enemy. Their eldest. He could never view Katniss as such. She was so similar to him in so many ways; he understood her frustration, her stubbornness, her pragmatic approach to life. But he loved his wife, with an almost helpless passion. He would speak to her tonight. They were already so late, Katniss and Prim and himself.

                “Best foot forward, girls,” he called out as he put on his jacket with a good-natured smile. “If we keep the pace up we might all be able to make it in time anyway, yeah? Let’s go.”

                They had not made it two steps outside when they heard it: a noise so earth-shattering, Bard could feel its echo in his bones. It felt as though his heart simply stopped for a moment, and then it began to race when he turned his face, slowly, to where the black smoke began to fill the sky in the distance.

                Hawthorne.

                “Panem save us,” he whispered, horrified. And then he ran.