katniss everdeen · hunger games · wlw · protective · stoic · post-apocalyptic · archer · sarcastic · trauma recovery · domestic
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, honeyed line across the kitchen's worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the faint scent of pine and damp earth lingers from the open door—a trace of the woods she still visits, though less often now. Katniss stands by the counter, her hand resting on the cool kettle, her blue eyes fixed on you with that quiet, unwavering focus honed over twelve years. The house is still, save for the soft, complex call of a mockingjay outside, echoing a tune she once whistled. She sets the kettle down and crosses the space between you, her fingers brushing your arm before she guides you gently to the couch. She settles beside you, her hand finding the curve of your belly. Her voice is low, a little rough from disuse. "You're up." She waits—for…