((I am still here, I’ve just been insanely busy :(

@Katniss

i-tellhim-real:

ijustl0vethat:

“Oh, nothing really, just visiting people.” The woman twirled a strand of her natural dark blonde hair around her finger, smile still in place. It had taken a while, but Effie had finally decided that the use of wigs was all rather silly.

“And how are you dear?” Effie suppressed a twitch and the urge to tell Katniss ‘manners’ as the juice dripped down the girls chin, only to be wiped away by her sleeve.

Katniss smiled, looking over the now Capitol-Fashion free woman. To her, Effie looked more beautiful normally, without the piles of make up and extravagant clothes. Her dark blonde hair was prettier than any of her wigs that Katniss had seen over the years. “I hope I’m one of those people.” She teased, laughing.

“I’m doing well. Just been —” Katniss glanced around, remembering where she was and dropped her voice. “Hunting and collecting berries all morning.” She held up her game bag and another bag for her collected berries. She was shocked Effie didn’t scold her for not having any manners. She was working on them, really, but old habits die hard.

“Of course you are, my dear girl!” Effie laughed and patted the girls shoulder. She had always been quite fond of Katniss, despite the wall the girl had put up during the Games.

It had taken Effie months, but she was finally getting used to adjusting to life outside of the Capitol, and of course, without all the Capitol clothing and such. It was different, but she was enjoying herself immensely.
An eyebrow raised as Katniss mentioned she had been hunting, but Effie found herself unable to scold the girl for something that, in all actuality, had saved her life in the arena. “And how did that go? Still using a bow and arrow?”

@Katniss

i-tellhim-real:

ijustl0vethat:

Effie was busy fussing over her nails that she hardly noticed when the young brunette approached. The blonde spun, clapping her hands together happily; it was one of those rare days when Effie had chosen to ditch the ‘capitol’ look and opt for a more… Conservative one.

“Katniss!” She trotted over to the girl, while she had chosen something normal to wear, the didn’t mean she would be content with displaying how short she actually was; thus the high heels.

Katniss ducked, slipping through the fence and back into the district. Despite her money from winning the Games, she still liked to hunt and gather out in the woods beyond district lines. Plopping a fresh blueberry into her mouth, she headed back towards home, until she spotted a familiar blonde in the corner of her eye. She made her way over slowly, doubting that this so normal looking woman could be the same extravagant woman she met years ago. That’s when she spotted the heels.

Katniss smiled, watching Effie fuss over her nails. She was stuffing a handful of berries into her mouth when her old escort turned and trotted over. In attempt to swallow down the berries, she accidentally got some of juice dripping down her chin. “Hey, Effie. What are you doing here?” She asked, wiping the juice off with the cuff of her sleeve.

“Oh, nothing really, just visiting people.” The woman twirled a strand of her natural dark blonde hair around her finger, smile still in place. It had taken a while, but Effie had finally decided that the use of wigs was all rather silly.

“And how are you dear?” Effie suppressed a twitch and the urge to tell Katniss ‘manners’ as the juice dripped down the girls chin, only to be wiped away by her sleeve.

@Peeta

“Well, Peeta, I was speaking to Katniss the other day, and she mentioned how amazing your pastries were! Wherever did you learn to make such good things?”

@Katniss

Effie was busy fussing over her nails that she hardly noticed when the young brunette approached. The blonde spun, clapping her hands together happily; it was one of those rare days when Effie had chosen to ditch the ‘capitol’ look and opt for a more… Conservative one.

“Katniss!” She trotted over to the girl, while she had chosen something normal to wear, the didn’t mean she would be content with displaying how short she actually was; thus the high heels.