And So It Is [Hunger Games fic]
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And So It Is
Series: The Hunger Games
Pairing: Peeta/Katniss
Rating: G
Word Count: 474
Summary:
The final checkmark on the task list goes wide like a spray of blood across the page, and it is obvious even from where Katniss sits that the director is excited to return to the Capitol. She wants to say good riddance, don't let the door hit you on the way out, but with the impending exit of all the cameras and their spotlights comes the reality that she has been ignoring all day.
With no audience to please, Peeta will also leave.
Even now, with their fingers entwined and her pressed up against his side, she feels him withdrawing. A look of tired relief, the same one he has been wearing since stepping off the train, is creeping into his eyes. Katniss looks away and keeps her fingers busy before she is tempted to do something idiotic like touch his face.
She doesn't, of course, want to. It's guilt she's feeling. Maybe.
She doesn't.
Her free hand wedges itself in between the couch cushions, and Katniss wonders if she only thinks that she can read him. To everyone else, he looks as if he cannot wait to see the last of them gone and have her all to himself, but she knows, just knows, that while the impatience is real, it's because he wants to get away.
From-
Katniss presses against Peeta hard enough to shift him over on the couch. He raises an eyebrow at her, but she shakes her head, unwilling to explain. She supposes she should have expected this. After all, she's admitted to herself that she was a one-woman show in the arena. His words and looks and touches had nothing to do with parachutes and everything with keeping her alive. To getting her back home.
Mission accomplished.
The director, so gaudy and out of place in his canary yellow suit, is waving them forward to the door. It dawns on Katniss that she has missed an entire conversation, but Peeta simply pulls her to her feet and leads her to the door.
"Last one!" the director calls, signalling a camera in for a wide shot of her and Peeta and her house in the Victor's Village. "Welcome home!"
Home. Katniss thinks over the word as she and Peeta smile and wave at the camera.
The home she recognizes certainly isn't the one she stands just inside of, nor is it really the one that squats in the Seam anymore. She has a feeling it isn't made of wood or stone but flesh and blood, and while she can't get herself to admit it, the lack of admission doesn't lessen the urge to crawl inside his skin and stay hidden there forever.
She hasn't figured out how to do this yet, so Katniss does the one thing she does know how to do and tightens her fingers around Peeta's.
Bawwww. Oh kids.
Title taken from The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice.
This entry was originally posted at http://blackestfaery.dreamwidth.org/92424.html. Feel free to comment at either site.
And So It Is
Series: The Hunger Games
Pairing: Peeta/Katniss
Rating: G
Word Count: 474
Summary:
The final checkmark on the task list goes wide like a spray of blood across the page, and it is obvious even from where Katniss sits that the director is excited to return to the Capitol. She wants to say good riddance, don't let the door hit you on the way out, but with the impending exit of all the cameras and their spotlights comes the reality that she has been ignoring all day.
With no audience to please, Peeta will also leave.
Even now, with their fingers entwined and her pressed up against his side, she feels him withdrawing. A look of tired relief, the same one he has been wearing since stepping off the train, is creeping into his eyes. Katniss looks away and keeps her fingers busy before she is tempted to do something idiotic like touch his face.
She doesn't, of course, want to. It's guilt she's feeling. Maybe.
She doesn't.
Her free hand wedges itself in between the couch cushions, and Katniss wonders if she only thinks that she can read him. To everyone else, he looks as if he cannot wait to see the last of them gone and have her all to himself, but she knows, just knows, that while the impatience is real, it's because he wants to get away.
From-
Katniss presses against Peeta hard enough to shift him over on the couch. He raises an eyebrow at her, but she shakes her head, unwilling to explain. She supposes she should have expected this. After all, she's admitted to herself that she was a one-woman show in the arena. His words and looks and touches had nothing to do with parachutes and everything with keeping her alive. To getting her back home.
Mission accomplished.
The director, so gaudy and out of place in his canary yellow suit, is waving them forward to the door. It dawns on Katniss that she has missed an entire conversation, but Peeta simply pulls her to her feet and leads her to the door.
"Last one!" the director calls, signalling a camera in for a wide shot of her and Peeta and her house in the Victor's Village. "Welcome home!"
Home. Katniss thinks over the word as she and Peeta smile and wave at the camera.
The home she recognizes certainly isn't the one she stands just inside of, nor is it really the one that squats in the Seam anymore. She has a feeling it isn't made of wood or stone but flesh and blood, and while she can't get herself to admit it, the lack of admission doesn't lessen the urge to crawl inside his skin and stay hidden there forever.
She hasn't figured out how to do this yet, so Katniss does the one thing she does know how to do and tightens her fingers around Peeta's.
Bawwww. Oh kids.
Title taken from The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice.
This entry was originally posted at http://blackestfaery.dreamwidth.org/92424.html. Feel free to comment at either site.