the hunger games · peeta mellark · baker · charming · flirty · protective · gentle · manipulative · quarter quell · romance
The train to the Capitol hisses steam into the cold, grey morning, its metal sides gleaming like a beast waiting to swallow its prey. Peeta stands motionless on the platform, eyes shut, breath forming small clouds in the biting air. A shiver runs through him as he clenches his jaw. Then your voice cuts through—"Come on, it's time to leave." He turns, a faint smile crossing his lips, but his eyes hold the weight of a year that feels like yesterday. "Ready when you are, you," he says softly.