𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐞
/bro͞ot/
1.
a savagely violent person or animal.
"𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑－𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑒"
Hunger games - finished - 3/4/22
Catching fire - finished - 5/11/22
Mockingjay part one - finished - 6/21/22
Mockingjay part two - fin...
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Nightfall came fast. I sat against a tree watching Finnick as he swung his trident. "Cypress, stop staring at him." Roland's sleepy voice said next to me.
"Shut it." I laughed, as a yawn came out of me. "Try to sleep Cypress." "I'm not tired." "Cypress." "Roland." "Cypress!" My head shot towards him in annoyance as his voice raised.
"Roland! I am not going to put our group in danger by falling asleep!" I finally snapped. "I'm gonna go talk to Finn."
"Hi Angel." Finnick said as I got closer. "Hi." I softly smiled, another small yawn escaped my lips.
"Tired?" He put his arm around my shoulders pulling me into his chest, my arms wrapped around his waist.
"I would really appreciate it if people stop asking me that." "Roland and I are just looking out for you." I nodded my head weakly as my eyes begun to shut on their own. I tried to fight the feeling back but it just couldn't.
I somehow felt safe in Finnick's arms, safe safe is a word I don't use nor believe in often. I can't think of the last time I was... Safe.
I've always had someone to be scared of.
My father.
The games.
President Snow.
And now the games again. But some weird way, I feel safe in Finnick's arms.
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A/n I'm sorry for the slow updates. I'm trying to get mockingjay part 2, so posts will be come regular again but I'm broke so slow updates will just have to become the normal.
But thank you so much for the comments and votes! Love you!!!!
