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GIVE ME JOHANNA

[explosible]

I DON'T THINK THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND BUT W/E GALE/JO FTW.

[pert]

[ you know, after the games, johanna's not quite sure why katniss cuts one of the only people who know her inside out out. she gets losing people sucks. she's lost so many people she doesn't know how to react or sympathise anymore. but gale ... mistakes are made. johanna's not someone who understands the inner workings of katniss everdeen - because, fuck, that'd drive her right back to the morphling - but she knows that, as a victor, it's a fucking lonely road ahead of you. even though katniss is the mockingjay, or was, or always will be, it's a lonely road that she's about to take, and she kind of needs everyone, even that blonde with the cakes and crumbs all over his face, to be at her side.

maybe she's biased, because she's been leaning on gale without really understanding what she's doing. the only person who got her was finnick, and look where the fuck he is. annie doesn't get her, even if she tries to be a friend, and katniss never will, even though they're buddies now, but gale ... there's something about gale that makes johanna gravitate towards him. maybe it's how hard he is, how sharp he's become after he dropped those bombs. maybe it's because he doesn't get what being a victor really means, aside from the shit he's seen on the television, but the fact that he's lived the experience of a victor - slaughtering friends and faces that will always be etched into his brain - without really knowing it is a pull. maybe it's because he doesn't look at her and think she's a poor little girl terrified of water.

whatever it is, she sticks to gale like glue because he doesn't treat her like anyone but johanna. she's not johanna mason from district seven, the girl who fooled the world; she's just a girl with rough palms and blood on her hands, who is sometimes too lonely for it.

it's why she goes to district twelve and gets him to show her the woods he used to go into with katniss. she's sure it hurts him to, but johanna likes to lose herself in other people - rather than morphling - and gale is kind of her favourite person. she also thinks he likes the company, by teaching her what he does, by feeling that there's someone out there in the world who doesn't look at him and think of him as a killer. maybe he likes someone who leans on him; johanna's gone so long without anyone that having someone around is addictive.

gale is someone who johanna slips with. she is meant to be a victor, a victim, a girl who is too lost to be saved, who has no one and never had anyone. but with gale, she's johanna who is a sister, a daughter, a niece, an aunt. they're walking out in the tall grass, johanna's admiring the trees, wondering what they'd feel like under her hands with an axe. it's this moment where she has a classical johanna slip. ]

The trees out here are beautiful - My brother would be drawing them if he saw them.

I LIKE IT ANYWAY.

[explosible]

[ he doesn't belong here.

that's what he knows. he's not the boy from district 12 anymore, and he shouldn't be here. he gave all this up, the kind of betrayal that people ( katniss ) won't forgive. on the worst nights, he thinks that maybe katniss betrayed him first, the minute her lips met peeta's, but he knows that isn't fair. he knows she did what she had to do to survive, the same as anyone else, and he knows that she picked peeta because peeta was what she needed to survive.

it doesn't make it hurt any less.

it doesn't make it any easier to come back, even with johanna. johanna who doesn't look at him with some grotesque intermingling of pity and hatred, the way the others of his district look at him. at least she looks at him, because there are people whose gaze skips right over him, or goes through him. the boy with the bombs, they say. the boy who killed all those children, they say, and does anyone care that it had been an accident? would anyone listen if he screamed that at the top of his lungs? ]

I didn't know you had a brother.

[ he probably had. she'd probably mentioned it in one interview or another, but gale never paid so much attention to those things. they'd happened, the aftermath of celebration, of fawning over children made into murderers and gale had always hated it.

but johanna--maybe he should have paid attention. ]