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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ it hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing/ there's no solution ❞
PROMISE / LAUFEY.
﹙chapter twenty three, act two ; history repeats﹚ mara cayden.
the train, somewhere in panem. july, 71 att.
A JOLT IN THE TRACKS FORCES HER EYES OPEN. Her limbs are sprawled uncomfortably and there's a sharp, prickling sensation all over. It takes a few muddled moments to look past the sun's rays cutting in like a knife, and to allow the rest of the metal box to come into focus. Metal box; no, rather ▬▬▬ she's on the floor of the compartment, looking up at the curved ceiling and unfiltered sunlight. Mara lays there in a daze, slowly blinking as she tries to remember how she got here. The anger of yesterday evening is seared into her mind, she remembers liquid fire coursing through her veins and finally coming to the surface, burning her from both outside and in. Not the pleasant heat of the sun, but the raw destructiveness of fire, consuming everything in its path.
