— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. ❞

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

❝ 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨. ❞

portrayal of a canon character with au tendencies for #TheHungerGames. scouting storylines & banter. dark themes infused with mature content. Inked by #ʜᴇʀᴏ.

RT's appreciated.

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

. . .

Okay, she might like that.

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@SELFLESSFlGHTER — quick on her lips as the knife vanishes in its holster.

“Don’t laugh at me.”, she grumbles but soon enough, can’t keep the grin from breaking out. “Yeah . . . sorry about that. What do you want?”

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@SELFLESSFlGHTER It takes her quite a few moments to realize she is still, subconsciously, holding her weapon with a firm grip, her other hand now pressed against her chest as though that might calm the furiously beating heart inside of her. Her eyes are cast downwards sheepishly, an apology —

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

||: Listen — I love Haymitch and I would love to plot with you. 🥺

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@SELFLESSFlGHTER — the weapon in the other one. “Peeta — Don’t do that. I’m too young to die of a heart attack.”

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@SELFLESSFlGHTER — and ripping it out of its holster.

“Oh god.” Her head falls forward after having noticed Peeta, trying to catch her breath again. The few strands of dark locks promptly blocking her view are loosely fixed by Clove as her hand frustratingly runs through her hair, unaware of —

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@GildedValor — the previous nightmares, the last 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 . . . wrong time, wrong place. Poor stranger. “Maybe get that stupid grin off your face and watch where you’re going instead?”

Pain can be blinding and right now, her own swallowed her in a way that made her oversee his.

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@GildedValor — would break them in the process.

“Ow!” And just like that, she was out of her thoughts — the crash rather painful, her hand instantly touching her shoulder. Of course Clove knew it was wrong and really, she tried to keep herself from spilling but the fight with her parents, —

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@LETREAMIE — too close.”

The perks of being a small woman.

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

Don't get her wrong — she loves her knives with all her might — but maybe he could show her some of his trident-moves too?

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@LETREAMIE — floor, head skywards. “You can use it as a sword. Close and distance.” And then she snorts. Her height and her strength had always been a disadvantage during training. She may not be a light-weight but . . . “I wouldn’t stand a chance against you with my knives once you’re —

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

@fire_xgirl "I'd rather stick my knife in cheese." She gave her beloved knife — the one clinging to her hip, the one she never leaves without because honestly, old habits die hard — a soft pat.

"I was just about to get some apples. Want to tag along?"

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

Okay; 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 —

She might have tried her hand at ( 𝘣𝘢𝘥 ) cupcakes the past week.

And, yeah, failed miserably.

[— 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 @WithHerKnives]

||: Nice. I just made myself sad by realizing if Clove had survived the arena, she would have suffered the same fate like all the other victors before her. :)))