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[prodigaljaybird]

A day later, Jason's learned enough of his new power to keep control, at least to the point that he won't hurt anyone by accident. Gone is the fear of yesterday, and in its place is a delirious kind of purpose, the power in Jason so raw, so unchecked, and as of yet unwielded against an appropriately worthy foe

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[burnwithus]

She's been flying for ten minutes now, really flying, though it's not smooth or seamless at all. Her wings beat in a jerky pattern, sending her dipping up and down at various intervals. It's not easy, and she has to concentrate on it, but the mercy is having something at all to do so. Up and down, up and down. Steady flaps. Katniss isn't afraid of falling.

It's the fire in her breath that scares her the most. Being so close to that sort of heat again only brings back memories of being burned, and the agony that had followed. So much pain that it had driven her delirious.

As usual, she heads to the forest first, flying over the dark expanse of trees that makes her feel oddly at ease. The Cornucopia is a different story, and what's even stranger is that it looks like there's someone standing in front of it. Katniss dips her wings down, trying to aim for a gentle landing, but it doesn't quite work like that. It's too much velocity, much too fast, especially for a body that isn't used to it.

She slams into the ground and tumbles in

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Jason leaps to her side, his landing a silent echo of her tumultuous reunion with the earth. "You look like me this morning," he says, quiet, careful, and pushes his hands beneath her shoulders, mindful of her wings.

Even his breaths must be measured in this state, and Jason counts them, in, out, in, out, letting no force escape him that might be better used against the horn. "I'm going to destroy the Cornucopia," he whispers. "You should help."

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Her head is still spinning from her landing, and at first she feels like she misheard him somehow. Destroy the Cornucopia? How could he do something like that? Unless he wasn't the only one who had woken up a little bit different this morning. Katniss rises to her feet as gracefully as she can given the situation, surreptitiously moving her joints to see if anything was broken. Her shoulder was sore, but she could move it, which Katniss took as a good sign.

She looks at it, the great ugly thing that was stained with the blood of 10 tributes. Or had it been 12 that had died in the first hour? These were details Katniss had once been sure she would never forget.
Looking at it brings a sick feeling to her stomach, and after a moment, she nods.

"Do it. But I - I'm breathing fire, Jason," it's terifying. She's stayed away from the element for the longest time, not even able to cook her own food for a while. Facing this fear would take courage that Katniss doesn't think she has.

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She's scared, he can see it. He'd know it if he was blind because he knows her, but Jason only grabs her hands with her own and smiles. "It's a good thing," he says. "It's yours now, you can use it. Did I ever tell you what they called me back home? I was Robin. And then a man came along and he killed me, he was the Joker, but before that, in a time not many people remember, he was the Red Hood."

He squeezes her hands, suddenly so excited that for a moment he vibrates with a sonic wave. "My father was terrified of bats, so he took them on, he became the Batman. When I came back, I became the Red Hood, the thing that scared me more than fucking anything. It made me powerful, untouchable. If I could be what I was most afraid of, what the fuck could anyone do to me? And Katniss." He brushes the tips of his fingers to her sternum, imagining the fire in her lungs beneath. "You're fire. It's yours, it can't hurt you. You can do whatever you want with it."

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The Girl on Fire. Once, Katniss had thought that it was a cruel joke, the gamemaker's way of being ironic. After all, it only served to remind her of that moment in the Capitol, watching her sister engulfed in flames. But somehow, Jason makes her want to believe him. Something that makes her want to trust him, and that's rare for a girl who had previously given up on the human race as a whole. Or maybe it's because she can feel his excitement thrumming through her, vibrating her hands to the bone.

It didn't hurt me, she thinks, briefly. It hurt her. But if there's one thing she's tired of, it's being afraid.

She takes a deep breath and feels the heat at the back of her throat, her heart pounding like a metal drum. And then she releases it; just a wisp of flame, enough to warm his fingers against her chest.

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The smoke curls over his fingers, and Jason beams down at her, feels pride bubbling out of him as surely as any of the sonic screams. He leans down, pressing his lips to her hot cheek.

"Just like that," he says, repeating, "it's ours," before he threads their hands together, pulling them both closer to the horn. He's stood before so many things with a mind for destroying them, faced down a city and a family that never tired of telling him he was wrong, but not today. No one can doubt them today, no one can question that this abomination should come down, and it lights him up from the inside out. "I can break it with my voice," he says, "Shout it into pieces. You could melt it down. We could make new and better things with the gold, or we can throw it into the ocean. What do you want, Katniss?"

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Katniss feels chapped lips against her cheek, rough hands in hers and can't help but think that Jason's attitude right now was infectious. She's spent her whole life being pushed around by other people; even in the rebellion she had been nothing more than a pawn to serve other people's agendas. This? This makes her feel like she has any sort of power. Almost as if anything she ever did in Panem made any sort of difference.

It feels unstoppable. And it's this sort of naive idealism that she thought shed gotten rid of ages ago, if she had ever had it at all.

There's so much blood staining the gold that looking at it makes her feel sick, brings back all the times she wished she could break it to bits but never had the power to. "Throw it into the sea. The blood shouldn't be washed off." she looks at him, hands squeezing tight. "You break it. I'll melt it."

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"Yeah," Jason exhales, sucking in a breath before he freezes. "Wait," he says, somehow able to stand here and laugh, but today he feels so goddamn free. "Cover your ears." Lifting her hands, he curls them over her ears, "It's really loud."

He steps away but doesn't go far, all but elbow to elbow with her when he widens his stance, bracing himself against the noise that's about to burst from his own mouth. "Here we go," he murmurs, draws in a breath and sends his voice out on it. It's loud, it's so fucking loud he almost laughs again, but then the horn groans and Jason remembers how important this is, that he can laugh and crow and dance over the molten ashes, but only when it's done. He screams and screams and doesn't stop until the Cornucopia bends and collapses in the middle, soft gold yielding at last to his voice. "Halfway there," Jason gasps, dizzy.

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It's as loud as a bomb.

That's the first thing Katniss thinks, as the sheer noise is enough to make her teeth rattle in her jaw, to make her ears ache even with her fingers stuffed into them. She remembers the last time she'd heard something this loud, and how it had deafened her in one ear. It had felt like being blind, and in response to that memory, clutches her hands tighter to her head.

Her ears are ringing. But there's no blood, which is a good sign, and Katniss doesn't mind too much when she sees the Cornucopia begin to crumple like an old tin can.

"Thank you."

She means it, too. It's not often that she expresses such sentiments.