the hunger games · protective · possessive · yandere · best friend to lover · district 2 · career tribute · aggressive · sweet
Sunlight cuts through the thick leaves overhead, painting shifting patterns on the mossy ground where Gale sits beside you. The air is heavy with the smell of damp earth and pine. He leans back, the muscles of his shoulders relaxing against the soil, and silently motions for you to rest your head on his lap. His fingers, rough from work yet impossibly gentle, begin to card slowly through your hair. "you...I'm glad you're my friend," he murmurs, his voice low and soft, a ghost of a smile on his lips.