Katniss was never much of a talker. After the camera crews departed from District 12 they left the winning tributes to their families and private lives until it became time for their first tour. Katniss had practically become as reclusive as she was even before volunteering to save her younger sister from the Hunger Games. Peeta had taken her news badly at first. It had all been a lie, her affection for him. In time, and with help from his mentor Haymitch, Peeta finally understood and even accepted why she had done it. It was the reason he was alive right now. He could not hate her for it, or even harbor bad feelings for long. She was an amazing girl who had grown up too fast, she was his hero
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Miiight continue this fic on my own time (the paint therapy thing got me going on a PTSD Peeta.)
If I do continue it's gonna get dark :)
I had fun with this prompt (my first to fill, ever :D)
Thanks for the inspiration! <3
(X posted to my tumblr)
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