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black ribbons by jewelbones
Fandoms: Sunrise On The Reaping - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
01 Aug 2025
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She doesn’t know what it is that brews inside her now. When looking at, talking about, or even thinking of Wyatt makes every tendon in her body feel weak. Had she just wanted to protect him, keep him from any more harm coming to him?
Or was it something that drug in her flesh a little deeper than that? A little bloodier? The kind of something that she’s always been afraid of. Like sharing beds and letting one hold your hand to their cheek. Like making them a blindfold out of the clothes off your own back just so they could get through the day. Like your wall’s nearly being broken down because they’d remembered you. You; and you only. Until they got a little better.
Whatever it may be, it causes her to drop down to Wyatt’s side when he kneels over and begins to vomit on the walk back to the van.
[Or: It’s Wyatt that’s sent off the chariot at the Parade, not Louella. He doesn’t come back right either. At least, not at first.]