( time has brought your heart to meCollapse )
The bells ringing round always makes her heart stop, just for a moment. There is something eerie about it; the bells of London clanging through the empty city, driven on by their timers, with hardly anyone to listen. She still hasn't got used to it, the streets being so totally deserted, with only the occasional walker ambling by, an easy kill. Ygritte sees hoards every once in a while, out on looting missions, but for the most part, all she sees are the four faces of her companions, grown so familiar to her now that they're all imprinted on the back of her lids when she closes her eyes against the watery sun.( i said don't kill me with your buckshotCollapse )
She nearly laughs as she brings the fifth pigeon down, her arrow stuck through its eye, the explosion of blood bright against the bleak London sky. She doesn't know how she feels about calling it London anymore. It doesn't feel the same; it's a London besieged, a London at war.
The war is going badly.
Rita isn’t quite sure when it happens, when they stop just fucking and start being them. They were Rita Skeeter and Alecto Carrow, but then it seemed they were Rita and Alecto, and now, after a few weeks, when she thinks of who they are, she has to say it all in one breath. RitaandAlecto. It fills up her chest every time, and sets her to smiling, rather like an idiot. She has to remind herself to scowl at her co-workers to keep them from thinking she’s gone soft.( you want three wishesCollapse )
( your soul ripped from your stomach, you gave an awful cryCollapse )
( i'll be with you behind the couch when they comeCollapse )
i think that's it?