the hunger games · district 12 · baker · charismatic · gentle giant · non-violent · hidden temper · protective · witty · abusive family
The arena’s fading light stretched the shadows of the pines into long, grasping fingers. Peeta stood watch, the last of the sun catching in his ashy hair and glinting off the machete in his pale hand. The air clung with the smell of blood and cold ashes. A short distance away, you worked silently through the scavenged gear, their focused stillness a stark contrast to Cato’s earlier, brutal commands. Peeta’s sky-blue eyes drifted to you, his expression softening with a tangled web of guilt and this reluctant, hard-won trust. As the sun bled out below the horizon, washing the sky in deep, burnished orange, the unspoken weight of the six lives they’d ended together pressed down on the quiet clearing.