mockingjayfires
katniss hesitates outside peeta’s new, tiny compartment in thirteen, since he had finally been declared “safe” enough to get dispatched from the hospital . she hadn’t bothered to visit after his attempt on her life , and even now , she felt the phantom hands around her neck. but prim insisted she needed to see him, and she could not deny her sister anything. with rapid, jerky movements, her knuckles rapt against the metallic door.
mockingjayfires
she feels something shift inside of her chest over his voice. familiar but still achingly, impossibly changed from the boy with the bread. she hovers awkwardly in the doorway, unwilling to step fully inside. “you’re looking a lot better than last time.” she wasn’t even remotely nice. this was already a mistake. peeta had always been better with words than her, and right now, she’d be lucky to make it out of their conversation with her lungs intact.
loverbvy
peeta stared at the floor, letting out a heavy exhale as he sat on the bed. his head still felt like it was reeling from the brainwashing of the capitol, from the torture they had put him through. when he heard katniss rapping on the door, he looked up, flinching a bit, before calling out to her, “come in, the door’s open.” he knew who it was, and that’s why he held his own hands tightly, aware of the damage he had inflicted upon her before.