Peeta Mellark (
victorbychance) wrote in
elfhame2015-11-23 10:18 pm
I will go down with this ship

It's raining a little, but Peeta won't wait any longer. He's at the front porch, wrapped up in a coat, peering out into the gloom for the return of his hunter. When he sees her, wading through damp grass but carrying victory in the form of three rabbits, he ducks inside to get the dry clothes he set out for her. He always does this when it rains, makes sure she has something warm and dry to change into after the hunt. She will step inside and kick off her socks and shoes, and he will help her strip off her outer clothes and wrap her up in a glow of wool and firelight. Only this time, he has something special for her.

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There's a frown on her face as she nears the house. The rain is cold and wet and causing blood to drip from her rabbits onto the meadow as she walks. Her leather coat does little to keep her warm by now and her hair looks as wet as if she had taken a shower. But the frown turns into relief when she steps on the porch and Peeta's already there to help her remove the wet garments. It's enough to get her to flash him a brief smile of gratitude. Like always, she echoes now-familiar words: "You don't have to do this."