“Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine, but I don’t know what your favorite color is?”
or not real?
I do. I need you.
"There’s still time. You should sleep."
Unresisting, he lies back down, but just stares at the needle on one of the dials as it twitches from side to side. Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn’t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It’s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.
"You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers.
“Real,” I answer. It seems to require more explanation.
"Because that’s what you and I do. Protect each other."
After a minute or so, he drifts off to sleep.
"What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again and only Peeta can give me that.”
Mockingjay, Chapter 3
well i have brittle bones it seems [a mix for a huntress and her guardian] // listen
01. draw your swords // angus and julia stone // 02. vampire smile → kyla la grange // 03. impossible soul → sufjan stevens // 04. winter is all over you → first aid kit // 05. like a mountain → timbre timbre // 06. a song for you → foals // 07. postcards from italy → beirut // 08. such great heights → iron and wine // 09. rest in the bed → laura marling // 10. candles → daughter