WOW KATNISS THATS DEEP
"I drink in his wholeness, the soundness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the Morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks."
Sparks are igniting, flames are spreading and the Capitol wants revenge.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can’t help him.
catching fire meme || 2/3 scenes from page to screen.
"Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don’t quite catch it.
On a more serious note, I think we’re all here, a little disappointed, more than a little disappointed, that a certain wedding did not take place.
Caesar Flickerman + his otp
At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite color…it’s green?"
"That’s right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."
"Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that’s what you told me once."
"Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."
But more words tumble out. "You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces."
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.