It isn't summer yet.

That's what worries him.

he flashes her a grin, the kind that’s gotten him out of more trouble than he cares to count. “seaweed salad?” he murmurs, tilting his head with mock offense. “ what do I look like to you, a capitol dietitian?”

he feels exactly the same. it is scary.

i swear to god not really.

lantsov.⠀ HELLO BITCHES

walking barefoot on the beach, feeling the warmth of the sand beneath his soles. he had a nightmare, couldn’t sleep.

he has a feeling, no wonder why.

you’re so eager.

just a little bit though.

“ I think we have every right to be paranoid. ”

“ our home-cooking is mostly based on fish rather then seaweed. mostly sea fruits too, but never the seaweed. ” he chuckled, he was missing home terribly. “I would rather have some seaweed salad now though, instead of capitol dishes. ”

“ I wish I could be the same way. ”

but you love me more, right?

I don’t need to!

his lips keep peppering kisses on her dark strands, holding her tightly enough to keep everything steady. a soft hum, his fingers gently caress her skin. “ i love you. you love me. real. ”

he clears his throat and begins to hum a hymn he learned at district 4.