meow {blitz}

The hands he has creates life.

There's no more death within his palms. No feelings of loss that echoes across his skins like the scars along his chest. Every plant that grows, he feels less and less like the capitol's zombies to show off. His hands no longer create blood and pain, but they grow with soil and care. Greens and purples and whites and oranges and an ensemble of a rainbow garden sparkling before him as he lets his hands pull the weeds rooted to the soil. Spraying water to the flowers that are blooming and growing. A silence in his form as he looks up to see a ghost of the past.

Hellion Mo, in the flesh, walking past his garden. Two cats wearing vests with Salem and Angel along the sides leaving his heart aching in a pain he understood. Having seen the way Angel had entered the games and the loss of that must have broken Hellion. He wanted to reach out and be someone she could look for, but he still feels awkward about all of it. The games had left them both with an awkward silence of two individuals dealing with their scars and licking what wounds were left behind. Hellion looks better than he expected. Time had healed some wounds, but he's sure there's some left.

It's at that moment when he sees the white cat with Angel along the side moves towards his Azalea bush. Immediately, he starts thinking about what's poisonous and what's not to animals. His eyes widen as he immediately gets up, sprawling his gardening tools over the concrete and falling over another bush of azaleas. The flowers busting at his weight. A deep sorrow fills him, but he continues speaking up. "Don't let them eat that!" Hellion scolds them, tugging on the leash as he lets his heart race go down. Animals still are questionable for him. The memory of claws and teeth filling his head before he catches her words.

"Thanks."

His eyes widen, but he shuffles carefully on his feet.

"It's the least I could do." He should have done more. "Uh, hey. W-Where are you heading?"