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.
The Hunger Games cover redesign.
in which katniss and gale are victors.
A Katniss Everdeen Christmas
Hunger Games Christmas countdown challenge
It feels like it’s been forever since the war ended even though it’s only been about four years. Peeta is much better then he used to be and this time of year seems to be easier for the both of us when we have each other. The first Christmas after the war, Peeta knocked on my door with a plate of cookies and ever since then we haven’t spent much time apart. I spent that first Christmas in his arms and realized there was no point in running anymore; Peeta was the same. He was just clouded by episodes from time to time, but he always came back to me. All that mattered was that I needed him desperately and he needed me too.
On Christmas Eve we have our own tasks; Peeta bakes cookies while I go out and hunt for something decent. I come home around sunset and he starts to cook, while we sit in front of the fire and eat the cookies he made. After the second Christmas Peeta started breaking out the fancy wine. By the end of the night our words start to slur and I have a giggle fit when he pokes my side. The third Christmas was one I can hardly remember, but can’t seem to forget. We were laying on the floor in front of the fire, barely able to stand from the mass amounts of liquor running through our veins. Peeta pulled me onto his lap and we started to kiss, a small spark growing into a scorching flame. It only took a few more minutes of fighting tongues and gentle touches for us to be out of our clothes and making love.
It’s our fourth Christmas together. It still shocks me that it has been four years since the boy with dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion and desperation was at my front door, pleading for my company with a sugary offering. I always wonder what things would be like now if I had turned him away that night. I shake my head and clear my thoughts when I see a deer in the distance, prancing through the snow with a baby fawn following close. I’m about to shoot the fawn until it starts sniffing a lone Primrose that’s peaking through the snow. I lower my bow and get lost in thoughts of Prim, the lonely little fawn that was taken from it’s mother because of me, the hunter. I hear him trudging through the snow from behind me and realize the deer have scattered when I come to; It’s Peeta, worried as usual because I was a few minutes late. He pulls me into a frantic embrace and asks me if I’m okay. I tell him I’m fine and that we’re having cabbage for dinner this Christmas.