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I can't fathom into constellations
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“Katniss, the girl who was on fire.” It crosses my mind that Cinna’s calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.
AU where Peeta died at the games and Katniss married Gale.
They play in the woods. The girl with brown hair knows that place as much as I did before being reaped. The boy with brown hair and eyes as dark as his fathers, plays with the branches still trying to get his bearings. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Gale wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much.
Sometimes, flashbacks of the games cross my mind and the terrifying nightmares still hunt me every night. Foxface. Rue. The careers. Peeta dying to save my life. The berries. Then I wake up sweating and screaming. That‘s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I‘ve seen someone do. It‘s like a game.
But there are much worse games to play. And in the end, I have Gale. All I needed was his fire. After all, I once was the girl on fire.
This is no place for a girl on fire.
Ok, the other one was way too ugly, so I did another one… (That’s its not pretty either, but…)
“Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire.”
Come away little light come away to the darkness […]
The woods became our savior, and each day I went a bit farther into its arms. It was slow-going at first, but I was determined to feed us.
Movie Screenshots: the train scenes.
You can request scenes too or something. Idk.
