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breadonfireIt had been another cozy day in Trinket hobbit hole.
Peeta drew his robe closer, knotting the belt around it as he sat close to the fire. Yes he lived with his aunt, who was a Trinket. And he was a Mellark. But what did it matter? Mellarks and Trinkets had always been on good terms. Such good terms that his father had married his aunt's sister. Both families had always held the finest parties (The Trinkets were known for the parties, while the Mellarks were known for the goods they had at parties). While today had been a quiet day, they'd already received RSVPs for the next party in a few days.
Somedays, it was nice to sit like this though. Reading a book next to the fireplace while drinking some tea. Relaxing into his chair, he sighed as he picked up his tea cup, taking a small sip from it.
It was times like these, that a hobbit could simply enjoy his life, and the company he shared. And it was times like these, that Peeta Mellark enjoyed the most.
Peeta drew his robe closer, knotting the belt around it as he sat close to the fire. Yes he lived with his aunt, who was a Trinket. And he was a Mellark. But what did it matter? Mellarks and Trinkets had always been on good terms. Such good terms that his father had married his aunt's sister. Both families had always held the finest parties (The Trinkets were known for the parties, while the Mellarks were known for the goods they had at parties). While today had been a quiet day, they'd already received RSVPs for the next party in a few days.
Somedays, it was nice to sit like this though. Reading a book next to the fireplace while drinking some tea. Relaxing into his chair, he sighed as he picked up his tea cup, taking a small sip from it.
It was times like these, that a hobbit could simply enjoy his life, and the company he shared. And it was times like these, that Peeta Mellark enjoyed the most.
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Dec. 27th, 2012 10:27 pmincitingWhen the sea was rough was when you found the most interesting things.
However the pale boy, shimmer white under the dark waves was not what she expected to find. It didn't take much to see the debris sinking slowly around him, and a quick dart about showed her no one else but him here, sinking down slowly. She moved back to him, looking into his pale face.
Dead? Maybe. She started away, before realizing she had seen his face too well. It would haunt her dreams if she just left him here to sink.
She reached out, hooking her fingers into the cloth of his shirt and hauling him up. Up to the surface, where the storm was raging, but where she might be able to get air into him.
The current surged across the rocks, no doubt the ones that had crushed his boat (ships? raft?) to pieces. But she knew the currents and eddies, and moved part then, and dragged him behind her to the beach, even relatively calm in this storm, protected by the same rocks that had destroyed his craft.
However the pale boy, shimmer white under the dark waves was not what she expected to find. It didn't take much to see the debris sinking slowly around him, and a quick dart about showed her no one else but him here, sinking down slowly. She moved back to him, looking into his pale face.
Dead? Maybe. She started away, before realizing she had seen his face too well. It would haunt her dreams if she just left him here to sink.
She reached out, hooking her fingers into the cloth of his shirt and hauling him up. Up to the surface, where the storm was raging, but where she might be able to get air into him.
The current surged across the rocks, no doubt the ones that had crushed his boat (ships? raft?) to pieces. But she knew the currents and eddies, and moved part then, and dragged him behind her to the beach, even relatively calm in this storm, protected by the same rocks that had destroyed his craft.
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
Mar. 25th, 2012 11:27 amincitingShe had stopped struggling. She had stopped all movement together.
These people were strangers, all of them. Not even the faces of those from the capitol who came in to her cell. She had no idea if that was a good of a bad thing right now, but since when was something changing a good thing for Katniss Everdeen.
So here she sat, limp and lifeless, waiting as she was moved again and again. Into a hover craft, out of one, and then down, so far down.
Deep down in the mines.
These people were strangers, all of them. Not even the faces of those from the capitol who came in to her cell. She had no idea if that was a good of a bad thing right now, but since when was something changing a good thing for Katniss Everdeen.
So here she sat, limp and lifeless, waiting as she was moved again and again. Into a hover craft, out of one, and then down, so far down.
Deep down in the mines.
