“Deep in the meadow, under the willow”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.”
“Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out
We sit for a while in silence. “It’d would be bad for you in the arena, wouldn’t it? Knowing all the others?” I ask.
“Oh, I think we can count on it being unbearable wherever I am.” He nods at the bottle. “Can I have that back now?”
This is something I’ve been working on for a while: a graphic set for a hypothetical illustrated version of ‘The Hunger Games.’ I wanted to give it kind of a Hans Christian Andersen ‘fairytale’ feel so I stuck to vintage-y pastels.
I used tons of different textures from all over the place so if one is calling out to you, ask and I can try to track it down.
Parts two and three coming soon.
“He made you look desirable”