Strange things did happen here.. No stranger would it be..
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. (x)
"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
Just got this done today! This was taken right after it was done- hence the redness and darkness of the dandelion!
Peeta and I sit on the damp sand, facing away from each other, my right shoulder and hip pressed against his. I watch the water as he watches the jungle, which is better for me. I’m still haunted by the voices of the jabberjays, which unfortunately the insects can’t drown out. After a while I rest my head against his shoulder. Feel his hand caress my hair.
He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,
Only then does he seem to notice our expressions,
the way we’re wrapped around each other.
Whatever it takes to break you.
A lot of nights on the train, for instance,
Fangs bared, hackles raised, claws shooting out like switchblades.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me.
Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong.
Portia and I spent a lot of hours watching fires..
I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out.
I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
It could be a joke, if the tone wasn’t so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist.
“So, Katniss, Peeta’s condition has come as a shock to all of us,” says Plutarch. “We couldn’t help but notice his deterioration in the last two interviews. Obviously, he’d been abused, and we put his psychological state down to that. Now we believe something more was going on. That the Capitol has been subjecting him to a rather uncommon technique known as hijacking.”