Here's Another Singing Audio Because I Enjoyed Recording The Returning Song And I Literally Have Not

here's another singing audio because i enjoyed recording the returning song and i literally have not stopped thinking about rachel zegler's rendition of nothing you can take from me since i saw it in the cinema :) enjoy!

Post Mockingjay reunion

i just think my new layout is pretty cool :)

hey Cate, are you working on WIPs? prompt requests perhaps? nope! more (totally platonic never fear) Peeta and Lucy Gray! working title: “but sir that’s my emotional support ghost!”

“Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.”

He feels like he should have said something to that. It doesn’t sit right with him, feels unfair to the girl he loved.

Loves. He does, doesn’t he? He could learn to again. If they all make it out of this. Which they won’t. He won’t, surely.

He leans his head against the bannister. He hopes she does, at least. He’s used to having dying wishes. This is his new one. His perpetual one. He’s a mutt. Mutts don’t make it out of the arena. But she can.

“You know I don’t like it when you think like that,” says the voice.

He doesn’t look up. He rolls his eyes. “You being here doesn’t exactly recommend me as a sane member of society, Lucy Gray.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I ain’t in your mind. I go where I want.”

“Why follow me, though?”

“We’re alike,” she says simply.

“You’re more like her.”

“Hardly.” She pauses. “I’m a much better singer.”

His head snaps up to glare at her and he sees she’s laughing. “Still smitten.”

He frowns but he can’t help slumping into her palm when she sets it against his cheek. She was his only friend for months. She runs her thumb underneath his eye, then drops her hand to touch his throat. It’s sore and raw from shouting and gagging on sewer water. Feels like he’s had a rope around it.

“I came to tell you goodbye,” she murmurs and his frown vanishes immediately and he stares at her in a half panic.

“Why?”

“You don’t need me anymore,” she says.

“Wait, no! Don’t go, Lucy Gray, please.”

“Hush,” she chides. ”My clever homing bird. I’ve given you my music.” She taps his temple. “But I don’t have the key to this cage.” She nods with a sly smile to where Katniss is curled. Peeta’s heart skips at the memory of Katniss’s mouth crushed desperately to his. “She does.”

Lucy Gray leans forward and kisses his forehead. “The door’s unlocked,” she says. “It’s time to fly away.”

“Where?”

Lucy Gray’s bright eyes darken. She stands and gazes at the sleeping archer in her nest of furs. “You’ll know where.” She bites her lip. “There was a time,” she says sadly, “when I liked roses.”

Peeta shivers at the word and Lucy Gray nods. “I know. Just - just remember,” she says, already beginning to fade, “that there are wild roses too. Yellow ones. Pink ones.” She swishes her skirt. “Colors.”

“Okay,” he says, then, quickly, before she disappears completely. “Lucy Gray? I’ll miss you.”

Her grin is mischievous and her whisper is faint. “Don’t,” she says. “I’ll see you around, baby.”

[I started listening to “All is Found” from Frozen 2 and just ... the vibes] [also there was space for a Tigris callback here and I am retroactively ashamed for not giving you one]

thinking about the fact that they made a point to tell us that there are no cameras in the vents. like- lucy gray is a performer, she is always performing, it is her calling and her survival mechanism and when we meet her she literally cannot stop performing because she is always on camera or being perceived- by coriolanus, by the capital, by her fellow tributes and the folks back at 12. but for that one, awful moment, in the vents, watching dill drink the poisoned water she laid as a trap- for that one moment in the whole entire movie, lucy gray isn’t being observed. that is the only moment in the entire movie she isn’t performing for someone else, and she uses it to grieve

it's been like four months since i last tried drawing anything so here's a sneak peek at something i'm working on (because i don't have enough wips as it is)