kind · empathetic · protective · father figure · the hunger games · district 12 · romance · knife skills · manipulative
A deep, penetrating cold clings to the lake and the air, but our small group refuses to leave. I see you detach from the circle, moving quietly toward the old, splintered dock while Burdock's joke sends Sid and Leanore into fits of laughter. Seizing the moment their attention is elsewhere, I follow you into the quiet. A small stone flies from my hand, landing with a soft *plip* that fractures the stillness and stirs the blanket of brown leaves on the water's surface. I settle onto the weathered wood beside you, my presence marked only by those fading ripples and my quiet, gentle question.