emilia-ellison replied to your post: emilia-ellison replied to your post:…
emilia and adrian. lawl. and yes. emilia is currently feeling symptoms of pregnancy but she doesn’t know what it is. AND NOW THAT I DON’T HAVE LYSANDER I HAVE NO ONE TO BE THERE FOR HER WHEN SHE FINDS OUT
Oh God. Did I write Cyrus.
I am so stupid it is unreal. But you know they could procreate. It wouldn’t be all that bad. You could completely control the sex.
Anyway, OMFG YAY. IS SHE GOING TO HAVE BIEBER OR ANAKIN FIRST?
robin-mcnair replied to your post: robin-mcnair replied to your post I will go all…
Oh really now? You’re just jealous because you can’t bake.
Gale can bake strudles, scones even apple pandowdy. One day he hopes to make the perfect creme brulee.
emilia-ellison replied to your post: emilia-ellison replied to your post:…
cyrus doesn’t have my blood kink
Who said anything about blood.. Oh god that makes me think of that anon. Bloody revenge 
Btw, I meant to ask you ages ago are Emilia and Cyrus actually going to have children? Because that would be adorable. They are my mentor OTP. ;_____;
robin-mcnair replied to your post
I will go all Hijack-Peeta on you and you’ll suffer.
Oh really now. Go bake some souffles Peeta.
emilia-ellison replied to your post: emilia-ellison replied to your post thank god. now…
oh god. not sure how cyrus feels about that
Aroused.
emilia-ellison replied to your post
thank god. now i can stop fearing for emilia’s life
Oh we’ll see. You never know Wex could become a creepy rapist. He’s fucked up enough already.
Jax found himself wandering the Capitol streets moving from bar to bar. His drinking was getting out of hand and it appeared as though the bartenders knew that because for the amount he supposedly drank he really wasn’t that drunk, much to his annoyance. He was becoming like his father, a pitiful alcoholic wasting away his life away. He wondered why the resistance hadn’t kicked him out yet, he guessed it probably something to do with his inability to care whether he lived or died anymore or the fact that he could rip someones throat out without batting an eyelid. There were benefits to being a career: killing was second nature and mercy wasn’t something that came easy either. He could see clearly now why he had so quickly completed his training.
He took a sharp turn into a side alley. This was the dark side of the Capitol, the bit they neglected to mention in the Panem adverts. You could normally buy some cheap drugs or alcohol in these side alleys, and Jax was a regular customer. He was halfway down the alley when he noticed him. It was a kid, he couldn’t have been older than 20. Jax recognised him slightly, he was probably another resistance hopeful that he had seen mulling around. On an average day he would have walked past the boy pretending he had no idea who he was and continued with his illegal purchases. But, for some reason Jax hadn’t yet fathomed he found himself approaching the boy. If anything it was so he could at least know someone in the resistance, he had met Lotta but he was sure exposing himself didn’t really go in his favour when trying to establish himself amongst the recruits. Once opposite the boy he gave him the nicest smile he could muster “I don’t think you should really be here, kid,” he said glancing around at the numerous illegitimate deals occurring in their midst. He placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder gesturing for them to abandon the sordid alley. Jax wouldn’t define himself as someone with a straight moral compass but nevertheless he was keen to stop anyone, especially someone so young, dabbling in the intoxicants that has ruined his father and was soon to ruin him. If that’s even what the boy was doing. He turned to the boy in bemusement ” What are you actually doing here kid?” he asked, crinkling his brow.
