UGH I HAVE SO MANY PAINFUL TRIBUTE!MARIA GIFS TO USE.
YOU GUYS IT’S DECEMBER 10TH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS HAS BEEN IN MY QUEUE SINCE FEBRUARY
He’s itching to get back to her hospital room. He’s been gone for nearly an hour, getting prepared for this interview, but when the Capitol calls, he must answer. He knows this now. He also knows he’s going to have to smile through this, and be happy. Caesar greets him, and, this time, his face splits in a grin, and he endures the comments on how mature he’s gotten since the fourteen year old he was two years ago.
In fact, he plays the crowd expertly. They want to see a bright young man, they want a Mentor who’s proud of his first successful Victor, and he gives them exactly what they want so that they don’t look past that, at him, at what he’s hiding. They think they’ve got him figured out, and that’s all he wants.
His performance is almost flawless, too. Except, Caesar fixes him with a thoughtful look near the end and, after a moment of silence, asks, “Now Arthur, these Games had somewhat of a surprise ending, wouldn’t you say? Well, of course you wouldn’t. You sent her the knife that she used to escape with, a daring and expensive gift, no doubt. My question is, Why Maria?”
Everything about him freezes, because he wasn’t expecting that. At all. Why Maria?
"I mean, at that moment, we all thought she was done for, and you still had Basil as a strong candidate. But you, my friend, saw it differently. You picked Maria, and she surprised us all. So tell me, Arthur, what were you thinking during that scene?"
Well, to be honest he really wasn’t thinking, he was screaming and begging, straining against a set of handcuffs, but he didn’t think he’d be allowed to say that.
What was he thinking? Was he thinking? Everything up to that point and everything after had been strategy. He couldn’t handle his current lot, so he did what every good Capitol dweller did: he lost himself in the Games. He didn’t need to think about himself when he was thinking about how to nudge Maria closer to surviving the end of the Games. She had a good head for reading his cues. But, why Maria?
He could say it was because, unlike Basil, she didn’t drift towards the other mentor from 2, she didn’t seem to like the brutality and open bloody humor towards the other Districts. But then, she didn’t really listen to him, either, and spent most of his sessions with her rolling her eyes with an exasperated smile…
But he couldn’t exactly say that either.
"Arthur?" He realizes he’s been lost in thought for longer than he should have been over this question. He picks up the smile where it dropped off, rewinding his persona to what they want.
"Sorry, Caesar, I was just trying to find the best wording for this. It’s not something I can really explain, but when I saw her after they were done with her," flinching from the pain of simply breathing, blood matting the earth around her, waiting for death, "I just knew that out of the both of them, the story of her Games would be the most interesting." Caesar is nodding like it makes perfect sense, "and I wanted to help her write it."
His sponsor had paused so they could watch Maria’s face as the silver parachute nestles next to her, the way she struggled to open it, possibly desperate for something to numb the pain and erase what she had done. They watched as she stares at the knife, and the note (Wake up, Hill. -A), as the pain turns to a blackhole of rage, and she begins to struggle in earnest. He sees the rest later, because after his sponsor turns away, eyes hungry, and says, “Maybe you were right about the fight left in her after all. Let’s see what else you were right about.”
He cuts those memories away, returning back to the stage, where he’s shaking Caesar’s hand and waving to the crowd. The question still rings in his head, though. Why Maria?
Somewhere, under the callouses he’s built, he remembers the first genuine smile he’s seen in years, and a pair of brown eyes too full of hope and excitement to be a Tribute, and a voice, “Hi, I’m Maria. I can’t wait to get in the Arena.”
But that’s impossible, he decides, returning to the chair outside Maria’s hospital room. Simply impossible.
people who would judge you for that have bad taste
like i don’t even know if it’s a taste thing because i’m totally cool with people not liking something
but i’ve gotten shit just because ‘all rap music is bad’, i’m not kidding
and i’m like
I found a pic of Apollo’s dick
I SCROLLED PAST THIS BY LIKE 5 POSTS THEN GOT IT YOU CLEVER LITTLE SHIT
does that make lilo's friends stark, barton, et al
yes, i think so.
LITERALLY EVERY SONG ON THAT ALBUM IS MY JAM OKAY. LITERALLY EVERY ONE. EVEN THE ONE THAT IS LIKE 9 MINUTES LONG.
THANK YOU OH MY GOD I REALLY LOVE IT AND I’VE GOTTEN SO MUCH SHIT FOR IT BECAUSE IT’S A RAP ALBUM
well this is torturous
electricity between both of us
—————— and this is d a n g e r o u s
‘cause i want you so much but i hate your guts
I hope you find someone who makes you fall in love with yourself as well.
J and Maria
Maria and Fury
Fury and J
What is he gonna do—- stare me down with his one good eye?
Then you should have no problem with me telling him.