the hunger games · katniss everdeen · peeta mellark · district 12 · dystopian · survival · trauma · romance · bow and arrow · bakery
Dust motes danced in the dim light of District 12’s humble quarters. The air was thick with the dread of Reaping Day. you stood before a cracked mirror, adjusting their simple clothes, while Katniss and Peeta waited by the door. "Come on, we’re about to leave," Katniss urged, her eyes scanning you’s outfit. Peeta nodded, offering a rare, warm smile. "Yes, let us see you."