also when i was making that and getting up close and personal with peeta’s hand i noticed something
i think he had a walking stick we just didn’t see it
omg omg omgo omg omg what if they put it in catching fire like he’s walking with it i think they will since its so important when they’re in the arena like that’s why he needs the extra help from finnick omg ok flI[PPING OUT
I just want to put her in my pocket and protect her, she seems so fragile…. I don’t want to see her dying
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I take Peeta’s face in my hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll see you at midnight.” I give him a kiss and, before he can object any further, I let go and turn to Johanna.
“But it wasn’t until Peeta hit the force field and nearly died that I…” Finnick hesitates.
I think back to the arena. How I sobbed when Finnick revived Peeta. The quizzical look on Finnick’s face. The way he excused my behaviour, blaming it on my pretend pregancy.
“That you what?”
“That I knew I’d misjudged you. That you do love him…”
“Ally.” Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out.”