LittleVee

mellarkia:

The berries from Gale’s POV.

I remember a couple of weeks after I first met her I caught her picking berries. Not nightlock, but they would’ve put her in bed for a couple of days if she’d eaten them. I took them out of her hand and threw them in the stream, and we spent the next couple of days reading over her father’s book of edible plants, making sure we knew what was right and what was wrong. This is wrong. I can’t take those berries from her hand and throw them away. I can’t fight this battle for her. I can’t keep her alive; and christ, she’s really going to do this, isn’t she? I’m with you Catnip, whatever happens now. If you eat those berries I’ll see that they all burn for you, for Prim and for your mother. I hope you know that.

mellarkia:

Peeta’s episodes from Katniss’ POV (post-Mockingjay). 

Nights like these are the worst. He’ll freeze, scrunch his face up as though trying to swallow something bitter, and rush out into the rain like a man searching for his soul. I find him, half an hour later, huddled in some old coal-storage unit that’s half burned down so it offers no protection from the icy rain and wind. He looks at me, wild. There’s fear; so much fear as I approach him, and Dr Aurelius’ words run through my mind; don’t approach too quickly, no sudden movements, keep conversation quiet and neutral, show no hostility…Peeta’s huddled on the floor, soaking wet and shivering from the cold and from the terror. It takes me a couple of minutes of the cure-all quiet, neutral conversation before he’ll let me sit next to him, but only a few moments after that before he crumbles next to me and lets me pull his head down into my neck and hold him while he rides out the tears. The grief has to come, the tears have to flow. Peeta will have episodes, and so will I, but we will always come back. Home is each other; home will never leave. 

mellarkia:

Post-Mockingjay: Gale visits Katniss and asks for her forgiveness.

“It’s started to come back to me,” he says, “exactly what I did. Not just…the bomb, but everything.” Gale lifts his head, and it’s one of those rare moments where I see tears under his thick eyelashes. “I’m not asking for what we used to have, I know that’s gone, but…you have to forgive me. Please, I need help. I need you to help me, please, Catnip.” I sigh and go to him, wrapping my arms firmly around his waist. He sags into me and whispers; “I’m so lost.”