&& KATNISS.
She doesn’t sleep much any more ; an hour or two a night, possibly naps on the sofa with buttercup during the long days. when she closes her eyes it isn’t long until she sees a ghost. it’s mostly prim but lately more faces. ones she saw before. rue’s, cato’s, marvel, snow, gloss —– loosing peeta. she preferred to remain awake beside peeta, now that she could. sometimes she’d hear buttercup rummaging around and she removed herself to feed him.
Feeling his grip tighten around her she became aware he was awake. raising her darken gaze to his, his fallen tears glistened against the dim candle light she always kept on —– she wouldn’t ask, nor worry, she was all too familiar with his tears. raising a cool hand to place of his warm cheek she brushed away the wet line with her thumb. ‘ —– try and go back to sleep. ’
he leans into her touch, her cool skin a comfort in the HEAT of his half awake haze. sucking in a deep breath, a chuckle, dark, low, drops from his lips as his grip on her tightens. he wants her close, to hear her heartbeat, to watch her breathing, her chest rise and fall. “i’m not too SURE i can,” he tells her, voice a rasp. thumbs rubbing small circles over the tops of her shoulders. “i’d rather be AWAKE----see you, FEEL you-----than lose you in my dreams.”
