katniss everdeen (
burnwithus) wrote2011-02-04 01:18 pm
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(gale) we are young and stupid and raised by wolves
During her stint in 13, Katniss had become amazingly adept at finding little hiding places where nobody would come across her. The boiler room, a storage closet, an abandoned classroom. Oftentimes these were barely big enough for her to fit, but she didn't mind curling up in order to do so. It was in these places that she would purposefully disregard her schedule and spend her days sleeping and wandering, partially because of the concussion Johanna Mason gave her, but mostly because Peeta Mellark was gone. They had taken him to the Capitol, used him to break her and it had worked spectacularly. She was a useless Mockingjay with clipped wings without him, and everyone in the War Room had known it.
Peeta was gone now, too, but this time it was different. This time Katniss at least knew that he was safe and on his way to some form of happiness and normalcy, and as twisted and bruised as her heart is now she's not going to deny him that. It's almost strange not to have him around, and it's definitely something she had taken for granted in the past. That Peeta would be there, always. That his hands would always be steady and he would smile slightly when he saw her, and that...
Well, what was the point in thinking about it? She wasn't going to call him back if he had moved on, because that was selfish and she had already been selfish enough in not telling him about 12. If he didn't love her anymore, hated her, even, who was she to deny him the chance to love someone more functional than she? Maybe this Peeta, whole an unbroken as he was, deserved more than the burned-out husk of the Girl on Fire. This Peeta didn't need her.
Katniss is curled up in a hollow tree, head resting against the wood and breathing in the faint scent of mildew, though she hardly minds it. It's almost a comforting scent, natural although slightly sickly sweet. But this tree is hidden from view in most angles, and the quiet of the forest is just what she needs to calm the myriad of thoughts in her head.
Peeta was gone now, too, but this time it was different. This time Katniss at least knew that he was safe and on his way to some form of happiness and normalcy, and as twisted and bruised as her heart is now she's not going to deny him that. It's almost strange not to have him around, and it's definitely something she had taken for granted in the past. That Peeta would be there, always. That his hands would always be steady and he would smile slightly when he saw her, and that...
Well, what was the point in thinking about it? She wasn't going to call him back if he had moved on, because that was selfish and she had already been selfish enough in not telling him about 12. If he didn't love her anymore, hated her, even, who was she to deny him the chance to love someone more functional than she? Maybe this Peeta, whole an unbroken as he was, deserved more than the burned-out husk of the Girl on Fire. This Peeta didn't need her.
Katniss is curled up in a hollow tree, head resting against the wood and breathing in the faint scent of mildew, though she hardly minds it. It's almost a comforting scent, natural although slightly sickly sweet. But this tree is hidden from view in most angles, and the quiet of the forest is just what she needs to calm the myriad of thoughts in her head.
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"Katniss?"
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But he's always known how to find her, no matter where she hid, because he knows her better than anyone else. Or he used to, because maybe he knew the old Katniss as opposed to this quiet, humorless new one.
Something to think about.
Today she tries to for a wave and a nod in greeting. "Hi, Gale."
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"How's it going, Catnip?"
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She takes a deep breath and rallies whatever courage she has left, brows furrowing with the difficulty of it. When did this become her job, as the keeper of memories almost too painful to comprehend?
"But we have to talk."
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Is it his fault that he freezes up when she asys things like that? It's not like she's given him much good news lately. He stands there, shoulders tense ands looks at her for a long moment.
"What'd I do?"
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It's her turn to scrutinize him, wondering if he's ready to hear the news that their only home was gone. Yet she had told him far worse in the past few days, which was both encouragement and something that made her second-guess her decision to have this talk now.
"It's about the future. But it wasn't your fault. Actually, you... you were the one who helped the most."
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"Tell me."
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But it didn't matter. It was just a thing, and she'd left his pearl behind in her room at the Compound. Consciously left it, as if that would help her forget the Boy with the Bread.
It didn't help at all.
"They had force fields in the arena to keep us inside. I shot one and burst it and...they punished us. They punished District 12 for that." she has to pause, to look away from his face so she won't see the grief in his eyes because she's had more than her own fair share of it these days.
"They burned District 12 to the ground."
It was almost funny that she was the one telling him this, when the roles had been reversed back when it had actually happened. There's no end to the irony the island so graciously provides.
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It's the first question out of his mouth, so close to the front of his mind that he doesn't even give thought to it. It's out and said and his eyes are fixed on her face.
Because he needs to know. He needs to know.
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"How?"
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"Have you told him?"
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"We're not speaking anymore. He wants to have a normal life, and he should because he still can."
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"Normal's overrated."
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And if it has to be her so that Peeta can live normally, then so be it.
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"But if he lets you tell him that, he's an idiot."
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He's promised that he won't talk about it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think it; that if he's going to be happy here, if he's going to make a go of it, he wants her with him.
"I'm not going anywhere, Catnip."
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He's watching her, but she isn't looking at him.
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"Whatever you think, Katniss," he says, voice rough as he turns. "I'm checking my snares. I'll see you later."