Is This Me Posting Yet Another Singing Audio?! Yes. Yes It Is. I Love The Tbosas Soundtrack More And

is this me posting yet another singing audio?! yes. yes it is. i love the tbosas soundtrack more and more with every listen so maybe soon I'll have mini recordings of every song on it! we shall see :)

The Games are to remind everyone of the barbaric violence they came from, and what they are capable of returning to if there isn’t a strict government to keep them civilized. And Peeta understood that, he recognized that the Games forced children who needed to survive to turn to brutality and violence. But Peeta wasn’t going to let that happen to him. The Capitol wanted the kids to turn into monsters to show that that’s what humanity is, stripped down. But Peeta wasn’t going to do that, he was going to stay himself and be more than a piece in their games, an example of their twisted and false philosophy. So he went in the arena with the intent of saving someone besides himself. Self-sacrifice in the face of the Games which are meant to make you give up everything you are for self-preservation. And Katniss did the same. Self-preservation looked like letting your sister go to death instead of volunteering for her. Self-preservation looked like letting the boy who wanted to die for you bleed out from his leg wound while you held his hand. But she chose self-sacrifice, too, a week before, the moment she yelled his name after the announcement. So she held out the handful of poisonous berries. And it showed that, even in an arena, humanity can still choose loving self-sacrifice over animalistic brutality.

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]

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literally no one asked, but here's The Returning Song from the Ficnick to music! i wrote it as a song and it's meant to be heard as that, but i couldn't exactly put an mp3 file in the middle of the fic so this will do!

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