#changingwolves

[burntbreadpeeta]

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".... what was that for!?"

[burntbreadpeeta]

Deon: *cuddles Peeta and strokes hair*

"...You're quite comfortable"

[burntbreadpeeta]

Horror Hotel

Darkness, that’s it. That’s all Peeta could see right now.

His head was pounding and he couldn't make sense of anything but the fact that the blonde couldn't see. He slowly reached his hand out to try and grab onto something, maybe a familiar feeling that would remind him of where he was. But all he could feel was what felt like an old, dirty carpet.

Peeta slowly raised his head and looked around, the vision in his eyes slowly coming back before a sharp pain stung in the back of his head. He grunted in pain, pressing his forehead against the floor before placing a hand on the back of his head, blood. Dry blood at that.