Post by little bill cubs d8m [cameron] on Mar 26, 2020 7:09:20 GMT -5
i am sorry once again yall, this is a filler bc im moving today and dont wanna make yall wait all day <3 as long as everything goes planned i will fill this in tonight but in the meantime
little bill and eloise follow truhtuhtuh and georgina into another termite mound much further away from the flaming mutt mound, and quickly pulls out his tea set and his little box of cute tea bags with itty bitty little faces on them, and holds them up and says "its not bread but itll do" sheepishly! and thus starts a cute little tea party yeehaw etc <3
Georgina and Tristitia were cool. You were wary of them, because of fucking course you were, but Bill seemed to get along with them fine, and you trusted Bill. He was from home, and he had let you stay with him knowing how useless you were, and that was enough for you to trust him fully. Maybe it would be a mistake, but you weren’t a fortune teller. You wouldn’t know until it was too late.
Bill held up a tea set and a bunch of tea bags with little faces on them. You reached forward and took one of the bags from him, cradling the little paper pouch in your aching hands. It felt like such a precious thing to have. You looked at the smiling face on the tea bag and smiled to yourself. It felt silly, but you needed it. You needed to smile, and rest, and not die, at least for one more day.
[ eloise engages in the tea party and also does maint stuff. ]
the tragic flaw is that they hide the truth that you’re enough i promise you’re enough i promise you
It's a bit crowded in the tower and the humidity makes my hair stick to my face but I enjoy it. Even with my left hand wrapped in the bottom of my tank top to stop the bleeding. Bill has an entire tea set with little tea bags to go with it.
It's cute and quaint and it's like nothing else that's happened to me in the Games.
My stomach rumbles when I see the tea and remember that while I drank water today (or was it yesterday?) I haven't eaten a single thing in the Arena yet.
"It's not bread but it'll do" Bill says. I crack a smile for him. It's the best he has and he's sharing it.
I wish he wasn't here. I wish Georgina was home in her district and Eloise was safe as well. When the fighting stops and the dust clears everyone is normal- nice even.
And no deserves to be here.
"Thank you, Bill."
I pick up a teacup and try to think of something funny to say. Something to cut the tension of the death that just occurred.
But I don't have one. And I don't know when I'll have one again.
[teaparty and maintenance]
^^credit to the talented 10stare^^
Phunke: I PLUG MAI HURR INTO DA DINOSUR AND IT FLYZ
Post by little bill cubs d8m [cameron] on Mar 27, 2020 19:13:55 GMT -5
He doesn't know if he's ever felt this comfortable in a group before. He knows he never will again.
Even as he walks to the edges of the mound away from the three sipping tea from his mugs, Little Bill feels safe, and it's foreign and warm. His heart beats faster, and he thinks it has to be working overtime, and he smiles as he scoops up a termite and flicks it into his mouth. It's crunchy and he hates it, but swallows nonetheless. Helen crawls into his mind and he can't help but grimace.
Yet when he turns back to Eloise and Georgina and Truhtuhtuh, silently sipping, weapons stowed away, he smiles before he knows it.
He can't decide if he hates that or loves it, but he settles on love and returns to the group.
Post by celestials on Mar 27, 2020 19:51:06 GMT -5
( G E O R G I N A )
When she saw Bill, the rapid beats of her heart slowing into a steady, melancholic rhythm. A smile grew on her face, blooming like a spring flower. Her smile radiated like the sun, full of warmth and embracing the dimples on poking into her cheeks. He was the first person, in years it feels like, that seemed to want to be her friend. And for that he would always have a spot in her heart.
Georgina casts a wary look at the person trailing behind him, glistening platinum hair and ghostly pale skin. They were from Eight, she noted in her head. Eloise. That was their name. Even though Georgina told herself that knowing her fellow tribute's names would make it harder for to move on, her mind couldn't help but memorize them and their faces.
It's been a while since Georgina fancied tea, but after days of sipping on droplets of water, she would drink practically anything. She quickly grabs one of the tea bags when Bill breaks out a tea set, smiling at the poorly drawn smiley faces on the bags. It brought a little warmth to her heart to see something so happy in times so dark.