_PrimEverdeen -Primrose Everdeen [ FC Elizabeth Olsen]
AU Prim, survived the bombing at President Snow's mansion, aged to 18 years
Backstory
The sky was clear, there were birds chirping in the distance, and Prim was leaving against the open windowsill faking in the peaceful sounds and scents. She had just started an herb garden, with Katniss' help of course, everything she would need to make the medicines her mother taught her when she was young.
She sighed at the thought of her mother, the memories of her coming back in a flood. The good and and bad ones, how she completely zoned out after dads death, how she stepped up after the Reaping that changed everything, it all came back to her. Prim took a sip of the cold iced tea in her hand, a gentle breeze blowing her long, sunshine blond hair behind her.
Panem was so different from when she was twelve. The best part, was no more Hunger Games, no more wondering every year who was going to get Reaped and sent off to the Capitol to be thrown into the Arena, that was all over and done with, the perks of the Rebellion.
But was it worth the downfalls? She could still hear her sisters nightmares at night, even after so many years. She hasn't seen Gale in so long, not since he left, he was always like a brother to her. But at least Katniss didn't zone out like their mother had.
So much was different, yet so much was the same. Her and Katniss still had the closest of relationships, Lady was still giving them fresh milk every day, and Peeta always had fresh bread in the house. Prim smiled softly as she saw a mockingjay fly by, singing a song it had picked up along the way. The sign of the Rebellion perched itself up on a tree branch and Prim decided to whistle a little tune, the little birth picked it up and began to repeat it back to her. Buttercup clawed and barked obnoxiously at the tree the bird was perched on, "Buttercup, you stop that now!" hearing Prim's voice had caught the cats attention and he stopped his barking, moving over to the windowsill and jumping up on the sill, reaching his head up to nuzzle against his owner.
Prim merely chuckled and pet her cat while listening to the mockingjay. Yes, things were different from the memories she had from her childhood, but different doesn't always mean bad.
AU Prim, survived the bombing at President Snow's mansion, aged to 18 years
Backstory
The sky was clear, there were birds chirping in the distance, and Prim was leaving against the open windowsill faking in the peaceful sounds and scents. She had just started an herb garden, with Katniss' help of course, everything she would need to make the medicines her mother taught her when she was young.
She sighed at the thought of her mother, the memories of her coming back in a flood. The good and and bad ones, how she completely zoned out after dads death, how she stepped up after the Reaping that changed everything, it all came back to her. Prim took a sip of the cold iced tea in her hand, a gentle breeze blowing her long, sunshine blond hair behind her.
Panem was so different from when she was twelve. The best part, was no more Hunger Games, no more wondering every year who was going to get Reaped and sent off to the Capitol to be thrown into the Arena, that was all over and done with, the perks of the Rebellion.
But was it worth the downfalls? She could still hear her sisters nightmares at night, even after so many years. She hasn't seen Gale in so long, not since he left, he was always like a brother to her. But at least Katniss didn't zone out like their mother had.
So much was different, yet so much was the same. Her and Katniss still had the closest of relationships, Lady was still giving them fresh milk every day, and Peeta always had fresh bread in the house. Prim smiled softly as she saw a mockingjay fly by, singing a song it had picked up along the way. The sign of the Rebellion perched itself up on a tree branch and Prim decided to whistle a little tune, the little birth picked it up and began to repeat it back to her. Buttercup clawed and barked obnoxiously at the tree the bird was perched on, "Buttercup, you stop that now!" hearing Prim's voice had caught the cats attention and he stopped his barking, moving over to the windowsill and jumping up on the sill, reaching his head up to nuzzle against his owner.
Prim merely chuckled and pet her cat while listening to the mockingjay. Yes, things were different from the memories she had from her childhood, but different doesn't always mean bad.