Baby blue eyes & baby's breath
Baby blues already done here!
Baby’s Breath - purity, love, modesty, beauty, attracts fairies
(your talk of mouse!peeta and fox!katniss also inspired this one because I can’t get enough of that)
“look!” / a gold-green light glows for a blink in the grove / where two children / (because aren’t they? can’t they be, just for a while?) / are lying on a picnic blanket / fingers sticky with wild berries / watching dusk come in / deepening the shadows of the trees / coaxing out the -
“fireflies!” Katniss gasps “I used to love fireflies!” / “used to?” / as two more, then six, then twelve appear / “before I understood that fireflies meant summer meant the reaping” she explains, quietly but without the usual edge of pain / pain is far from this place / “tell me” Peeta says / turning onto his side and running his hand down her ribcage and stomach as she speaks / smoothing out the carmine dress she’s wearing / patterned with white blossoms / baby’s breath he thinks / she’s brought those to him before
“my father told me” she reminisces “that they weren’t bugs at all / he told me they were fairies that lived deep in the mountains for most of the year / but in summer / came down into the forest for a dance”
“I love your father’s stories” her boy sighs “they must have made your home so bright” / “they did” she says “they do” / “tell me another?” / she considers / then smiles, props herself up on her arms to look slyly down at him
“once upon a time” she says “there was a sharp-toothed vixen / a she fox / with a long red tail and delicate paws / she was the best hunter in the woods / and all the mice and rabbits and squirrels feared her”
“I’m sure they did” he laughs / “well” she goes on “all the mice and rabbits and squirrels but one / one tiny, bold mouse had the audacity to fall in love with the sharp-toothed vixen”
“the audacity, hmm?” / “the very nerve of him” she agrees “he would bring her flowers / some flowers four times his size / and he thought nothing of her sharp teeth and claws” / “I think he rather liked them” he teases, bringing a hand to trace her mouth / she nips at him playfully
“and did he manage to win her over with the flowers?” he asks / “not with the flowers, no” she says, shaking her head “but one, cold, awful winter / when the vixen was sad alone in her nest / the brave mouse found her / curled up right beside her heart
‘what are you doing here, little mouse?’ the vixen asked ‘don’t you know I could hurt you?’ / ‘I don’t care’ said the mouse ‘I’m going to stay right here until spring comes, curled beside your heart to keep you warm’”
“and in the spring?” he asks / “in the spring” she says “the vixen realized she wanted nothing so much as the company of the brave little mouse in her nest / and when the snow melted / she brought flowers to him”