capitol punishment

[ indie Peeta Mellark ]

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The first of his questions had been more of an observation. How was she expected to sleep when terror hid dormant behind her heavy eyelids? Sitting up, Katniss pushing loose dark waves away from her eyes, nodding a few times in confirmation. 

    ❝No not at all.❞ She told him, voice soft with sympathy.     The nightmares were just another sickly reminder of the     petrifying experiences they’d been ( D R A G G E D ) through     against their will. Another thing they’d have to accept to live     with for the rest of their lives. 

                            ❝Come here.❞ She beckoned, a slight smile                             lifting the corners of her lips.

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   He sits down next to her as gently as he can manage, as if     being lighter in movement will do anything to lighten the     mood.                 ❝It's starting to get colder❞  he observes, because the weather                 is a safe topic; nothing too here or there about it. 

❝It seems like                 it's happening earlier and earlier every year.❞

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“Y ou’re awake too?”

It shouldn’t even be a question any more; neither of them sleep and they know it— the world knows it. People with this many scars don’t get sweet dreams.

“ Mind if I join you? ”

Still not the question, though he’s almost there. Sitting in silence after a double shot of nightmares isn’t an uncommon thing here. Many a sunrise has been seen with dark rimmed eyes from this angle, and many more will be too.

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fixxick He didn't have to be tied down anymore, which was a relief. Hijacking doesn't stop, he was told; it fades, and things get less garbled, but it never all comes back. It was frustrating at the best of times, but it wasn't as if he had a choice in the matter, so he stuck it out and kept on working. He'd taken to almost interviewing people now that he had the time, to try and regain some of what he'd lost. "You helped us-- me, in the Games." Peeta stood, pad of paper and a pencil that had seen better days (like all of them) poised to take down a lost marble or two. "True?"

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Katniss had been with Peeta for about a year now. They were living in in the rebuilt District 12. And she loved the winter. Since the District was rebuilt they had everything they could have wanted. there were no run down houses, poverty was being helped out of poverty. 

About two years ago she...

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Peeta just huffed, smiling a bit and nodding. He was used to little little things like this; glad of them, really. He'd almost been able to put the horrors of the past years behind him, and focus on his life. He was still a bit unanchored and unsure about a lot-- he'd probably never be fully himself again-- but Katniss helped. "Yeah." he said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "I'm fine; I'm great. You okay?"

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[ An attempt is made to ignore him as Peeta finishes icing the cake, but, it doesn’t work for very long. Always a bleeding heart, he is. ]

“I’m not sure if this is sweet enough; try some for me?”

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