roll the dice, darling
summary: life's a gamble, but she's tired of games.
i do not own the hunger games trilogy.
she can feel the millions of eyes on her. some horrified, some disapproving, some eager. all waiting.
w – a – i – t – i – n – g.
roll the dice, darling -
"katniss everdeen!"
she rolls the dice and, holding her head up high, walks up the stage.
she's taken a gamble, not just for her life, but for her freedom.
-x-
she knows that the stunt she's about to pull will be reflected on screens all over the world.
she can feel the heat of their gazes, watching her like she's a mildly interesting plaything.
his eyes are wide, his expression completely bewildered. she smiles, a secretive smile, despite the tears streaming down her face, and presses the berries to his lips.
she smiles, because she's won this round.
-x-
her eyes are hard as they travel over the battlefield.
the atmosphere is tense, almost humming with the force of the emotions; tension anticipation pain horror amusement ignorance.
it's become a familiar occurence, the feeling of a thousand eyes on her. but she knows this time will be the last.
roll the dice, darling -
a bitter smirk twists her mouth, and a piercing sound escapes her lips. a cry of desperation, frustration, triumph, loss. a battle cry.
she steps on to the sacred ground, and all hell breaks loose.
-x-
she throws herself into the bloodshed and the tears and the war, because the game is over, although the gamble is not.
she fights, her mind a mass of red, her slashes savage. she hears the screams as the people fall around her, as the voices scream for the mockingjay.
"katniss! katniss, come back here!"
but she won't, don't you see?
because life's a gamble, and she's tired of games, so screw the dice and fuck proprieties; she's going to fight, dammit.