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IroniaWhen asked to define ironía, Joaquin would say that Sundays were hell. Starting late Saturday night, the mere thought of what was coming was so nerve-wracking that he couldn’t sleep and when he did it, was shallow, fitful and plagued by nightmares.
Then, early in the morning on Sunday, it began. He always knew it was coming, but as soon as it started, any touch with reality he might’ve had dissipated, and memories flooded his consciousness, completely overwhelming him.
All because church bells were ringing.
Clang—the look on Manolo’s face as he murmured his goodbyes—
Clang—the stirred up and breathed in, choking him, as the bell’s edge dropped to the ground, trapping his friend inside. He had the medal, so Joaquin knew he would live… or so he hoped—
Clang—the sensation of being thrown backwards from the force of the explosion—
Clang—coming to consciousness to the feeling of w
Fear [Frozen Spoilers]Hans hadn’t expected Anna to come back—but there she was, laid out on the lounge, freezing and weak and so very, very vulnerable from a blow delivered by her own sister. "She froze my heart, and… and only an act of true love can save me."
"A true love's kiss."
She looked so hopeful, so in love, as he leaned close, and her eyes closed in anticipation of the life-saving kiss. What followed was not a kiss, but words. "Oh, Anna."
She opened her eyes, and, weak as she was, visibly recoiled from him. Any tenderness in his face was gone now, the expression replaced with a smug leer, and his eyes, once green and perfectly ordinary, were completely black. "If only there was someone out there who loved you."
It was in those pitch black eyes that Anna saw a reflection of everything she had felt in the past few days—and suddenly, the fears she had felt paled in comparison to this.
Personal Stakes"I hate reaping days," Alfred grumbled, tugging at his overly starched collar.
"I know, love," the teen standing next to him murmured, reaching over and straightening Alfred's tie. "It'll all be over soon."
"Don't sound so casual, Oliver," Alfred scolded. "Someone's going to get picked to die—two someones."
"You don't know that." Oliver's freckled face split into a wide grin. "This could be our year."
"District Three's been on a losing streak for the last twenty Games," Alfred pointed out. "I doubt this'll be 'our year.'"
"You just need to think positively," Oliver replied knowingly.
"How old are we? Sixteen?" Alfred quickly counted off five fingers. "We've already been entered five times. Plus—" He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. "How much tesserae did you take this year? Enough for five?"
"Wyn and Finnegan were sick," Oliver protested, his voice defensive. "No one else in the family was going to—"
"Everyone else in your family has sense!" Al
LiliesBonnie had never expected to hit it off so well with a coworker on this project. The coworker in question was April Curtis, one of the tech assistants. It had started off with a complimenton what, Bonnie honestly couldn't recall anymoreand an introduction. It had been the ungodly hour of four in the morning, and they were the only ones working at the time; it made sense that they started chatting.
That chat led to others over the weeks, which in turn led to a series of discoveriesnamely, how much they had in common. When the subject turned to food, Bonnie mentioned, almost off-handedly, that she had a fondness for sushi. April's eyes had all but lit up at that, saying that she did, as well, and asked Bonnie if she knew of any good places nearby that served it.
Bonnie did know a good placeEdo-mae on Fifth, a few miles away, and she told April as such. With enthusiasm on par with that of a child on Christmas morning, April thanked her for the recommendationn
I am Peridot, He or HimThere was only so much Lapis could bear, being contained on the same ship with someone like Jasper—especially when the latter was in a bad mood, as was the case now. Any opportunity that could be seized to get out of the path of Jasper’s ire was to be jumped on, so when Lapis found an open room to duck into to hide, she was swift to claim the opportunity.
Of course, there was the matter of the room she ducked into being Peridot’s workroom. It might not have been such a bad thing—except for the fact that Peridot was working in here. If whatever she was doing, sitting in the middle of the floor with one of her feet drawn up to her chest and a tool clenched between her teeth, could be called working. “What are you doing in here?” she asked, barely affording Lapis a sidelong glance.
“I just wanted a place to… visit for a while,” Lapis explained, rubbing the back of her neck. “Jasper’s in such a foul mood…
For the BetterBeing roommates with Glitch meant the apartment was rarely quiet when he was around. There were moments of silence, all of them broken, without fail, by Glitch's arrival, heralded by a loudly closed door and iPod that was more often than not blasting the music of Glitch's latest routine. Truth be told, Bodie was used to it by now.
Used to it, and able to pick up on subtle nuances and changes in this routine. Not that the incredibly loud slamming of the front door, and the usual music being replaced by curses, while not incredibly loud could still peel wallpaper free from its drywall, qualified as a subtle nuance.
Bodie looked up from the newspaper he was reading and stood, meeting his roommate halfway between the front door and the living room. Glitch's face was an almost salmon shade of pinkand somehow, Bodie suspected it wasn't from a long day in the studio. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice betraying more than a hint of confusion.
"Don't ask," Glitch said, shoving