


Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

Where everybody stands and keeps score.

for edddard
“Do you think it’s possible to be brave even though you’re scared?” she asks him.
Harry contemplates it for a moment before answering, “That’s the only time someone can be brave…” Katniss furrows her eyebrows in confusion. Brave was always something she had always thought she was. Is. Forever will be. Brave, not fearless.
Was Harry fearless? It was hard not to imagine him as so. Always the brave one. (“Gryffindor,” he had once told her, “House of Gryffindor. The Lion… Bravery. Though some would call it foolishness…”) Katniss brushes all these thoughts off and breathes. (“Just breathe,” he says to her once time. “Just breathe. You’ll survive. I did.”)