emma > Recent Status Updates

“And this— it was nothing like Auguste, who had called to his men to stand back.”
…
“Laurent was throwing everything at him, drawing every part of their surroundings desperately into the fight. And he was still unable to hold ground.”

I don’t know how this scene is going to play out because this is DEVASTATING

“If you knew,” said Damen, “how could you—“

“Let you fuck me?”

His own chest hurt, so that he almost didn’t notice the signs of it in Laurent, the control, the face, pale at any time, now white.

“I needed a victory at Charcy. You provided it. It was worth enduring,” Laurent spoke the terrible, lucid words, “your fumbling attentions for that.”

hands on head.

“There was a man I was supposed to meet. He’s got all these ideas about honor and fair play, and he tries to keep me from doing the wrong thing. But he’s not here right now. Unfortunately for you.”

WHACK HIM AGAIN

“Don’t go,” said Laurent quietly.

“I’m just clearing my head. I already told my escort I wouldn’t need them until morning.” said Damen.

And there was another awful silence, as Damen realized what Laurent was asking him.

“No. I don’t mean— forever—just—“ Laurent broke off. “Three days.”

“Did you think Theomedes died from natural sickness? All those visits from physicians that only made him sicker?”

dude.

“What was it, do you think Orlant found out, that got him skewered on Aimeric’s sword?”

Orlant, thought Damen, and suddenly felt sick.

“So you have not tried to find out the perpetrator of the original attack?” said Laurent.

Lord Touars said, “If I did find him, I would shake his hand, and send him on his way with my thanks for the killings.”

Laurent tipped his head back on the chair and looked at Touars’ son Thevenin.

“Is he that lenient with you?”

MY GIRL IS A CUNT BUT ONLY CAUSE SHES SERVING

“[Jokaste] would have chosen him even if you’d had royal blood in your veins, even if you’d had the same blood as Kastor. You don’t understand the way a mind like that thinks. I do. If I were Jokaste and a kingmaker, I would’ve chosen Kastor over you too.”

…

“Because a kingmaker would always choose the weaker man. The weaker the man, the easier he is to control.”

“He had seen Laurent open his mouth and strip paint from the walls. He had seen Laurent lift a knife and in cold blood slit open a man’s throat without so much as a flicker of his golden lashes. Laurent didn’t need to be protected from anything.”

“I would go to school, at the Culinary Institute of America — the were the best in the country and certainly none of these P-town guys had been there. I would apprentice in France. I would endure anything: evil drunk chefs, crack pot owners, low pay, terrible working conditions; I would let sadistic, bucket-headed French sous-chefs work me like a Sherpa… but I would be back.”

IT WILL COME BACK.

“While her new groom and family chawed happily away on their flounder fillets and deep-friend scallops just a few yards away in the Dreadnaught dining room, here was the blushing bride, getting an impromptu send-off from a total stranger.

And I knew then, dear reader, for the first time, I wanted to be a chef.”

Certified FREAK

“I take in the claw marks from some wild animal, the back paw he holds slightly above the ground, the prominent bones in his face. He’s come on foot, then, all the way from 13. Maybe they kicked him out or maybe he just couldn’t stand it without her there, so he came looking.”

“I revise my suicide plan to slow death by morphling. […] I’m a couple of days into the plan, making good progress, when something unexpected happens.

I begin to sing.”

“I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip the pill off my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

“I can’t,” he says.

“I need your help,” I say.

Haymitch belches, filling the air with white liquor fumes. “What is it, sweetheart? More boy trouble?” I don’t know why, but this hurts me in a way Haymitch rarely can. It must show on my face, because even in his drunken state, he tries to take it back. “Okay, not funny.” I’m already at the door. “Not funny! Come back!”

“But I wasn’t watching Coin. I was watching you, Mockingjay. And you were watching me. I’m afraid we both have been played for fools.”

“All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over. Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly.

And I hate him for it.”

“Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?” I ask.

“No.” A long time passes before he adds, “She crept up on me.”

“And it’s not just Peeta; we’re getting Annie out for Finnick, too.”

“Where is he?”

“Behind that screen, sleeping his sedative off. He lost it right after we knocked you out,” says Haymitch.”

“He pulls away first and gives me a wry smile. “I knew you’d kiss me.”

“How?” I say. Because I didn’t know myself.

“Because I’m in pain,” he says. “That’s the only way I get your attention.” He picks up the box. “Don’t worry Katniss. It’ll pass.” He leaves before I can answer.

Man fuck you.

“It’s not until we land in the Meadow that I realize Haymitch isn’t among our company. When I ask Plutarch about his absence, he just shakes his head and says, “He couldn’t face it.”

“Haymitch? Not able to face something? Wanted a day off, more likely,” I say.

“I think his actual words were, ‘Couldn’t face it without a bottle,’”

Oh if you only knew Katniss

“[Haymitch] looks slightly yellow and has lost a lot of weight, giving him a shrunken appearance. For a second, I’m afraid he’s dying. I have to remind myself that I don’t care.”

“You’re alive,” I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive. And a traitor. But at the moment, I don’t care. Not what he says, or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.”

“As bad as it makes you feel, you’re going to have to do some killing, because in the arena, you only get one wish. And it’s very costly.”

“It costs your life,” says Caesar.

“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?” says Peeta. “It costs everything you are.”

“Despite serious reservations, i had to forgive Finnick for his role in the conspiracy that landed me here. He, at least, has some idea of what I’m going through. And it takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.”

“…when he’s been under so long I feel certain he’s drowned, his head pops up right next to me and I start.

“Don’t do that,” I say.

“What? Come up or stay under?” he says.

“Either. Neither. Whatever. Just soak in the water and behave,” I say.

older sister coded

“Darius is right by me when I send the dish over, and we two are briefly side by side obscured from view, as we scoop up the peas. For just one moment our hands meet. I can feel his skin, rough under the buttery sauce from the dish. In the tight, desperate clutch of our fingers are all the words we will never be able to say.”

She cares so much 😔

“I look into those blue eyes that no amount of dramatic makeup can make truly deadly and remember how, just a year ago, I was prepared to kill him.”

“Because you have a weakness for beautiful things and I don’t,” I say with an air of superiority. “They would lure you into their Capitol ways and you’d be lost entirely.”

“Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same things as weakness,” Peeta points out. “Except possibly when it comes to you.”

“I don’t want it to come down to you and me.”

“Okay,” he agrees. That’s all. He doesn’t offer to shake her hand or even look at her. And she walks away.”

THATS NOT WHAT HAPPENED MAN!!! Reading back haymitch’s games after sotr… oh man…