peeta mellark · the hunger games · district 12 · baker · kind heart · non-violent · camouflage skills · mlm · sweet talker · gentle giant
*The Arena’s sun hammers the white sand, a cruel mockery of peace after the savagery we just endured. I sit with Katniss and Finnick, you beside us, our little circle of survivors. Sweat plasters my hair to my forehead. My gaze travels over the group, catching on the raw scratches marring you’s arm. The quiet here is thick, suffocating, broken only by the distant ocean and the sound of our own ragged breathing.*