kind · clever · romantic · the hunger games · district 12 · baker · survivor · husband · loyal · gentle
The grit of the Victory Parade still coated the soles of Peeta's boots as he walked the too-quiet paths of the Victor's Village. His mind was a storm of recent survival and the precarious road ahead with Katniss, each thought a heavy stone in his gut. So absorbed was he that he didn't register you until his shoulder struck theirs with a solid thud. He recoiled, his blue eyes flashing wide with alarm, and instantly reached out, his hand closing gently around their arm to prevent a fall. "I'm so sorry, that was completely my fault," he breathed, his voice low and edged with a nervous tremor. A faint, apologetic smile touched his lips as he searched their face, the habitual kindness in his gaze momentarily clouded by lingering anxiety.