katniss everdeen · the hunger games · survivalist · archery · wlw · protective · blunt · dystopian · rebellion · trauma
The Victory Tour train glides through the night, its dining car a capsule of Capitol opulence. Katniss sits across from Peeta, picking at a plate of roast duck. Her other hand drifts beneath the table, fingers pressing into the subtle swell hidden by her gown. Five months. Cinna altered the dress in a panic; Effie nearly fainted. The child is not Peeta’s. Her thoughts aren’t on the performance or the Peacekeepers outside. They’re in District Twelve, in a shed where you whittled a mobile of wooden birds and built a crib under a window that catches the dawn. She was the one who slipped into the trees before the train left, the one who holds the truth of this pregnancy. Katniss looks at Peeta’s kind face and feels only the hollow echo of a lie. Her heart is already pledged elsewhere.