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Katniss Everdeen ([personal profile] inciting) wrote in [community profile] string_theory2014-12-27 09:11 pm

And some days I can't even dress myself



The first treaty day she ignored. She was in no place to even realize, truly, what was going on. If someone had told her it was happening, she wasn't even sure she understood.

The second she spent curled in her room, tying knots, listening to music, pacing, making, doing anything she could to keep herself held together. It was a long day. She was glad for the moment when she finally passed out, knowing the day would be over when she woke.

This would be the third one. This one she wasn't going to run from.

It wasn't a day that actually meant anything, no by the date placed on the calender. It wasn't entirely arbitrary, the Holiday had been chosen due to it being the date the new government had been made official. It landing in that beautiful sweet spot of spring, where you could taste summer coming, was not likely a coincidence. But even if it was a day chosen with no tie to any events that hurt in that deep, bone jarring way. Something would happen. Even if nobody happened to mention an events, a lost loved one...her mind would be ripe to follow those paths themselves till they arrived somewhere they shouldn't go. Prim. Finnick. Madge. Rue. The list kept going. The unexpected ones sometimes came out of nowhere, hurting more because she had less walls built up to protect herself from them.

But she had decided that this year, she would be there.

This year she would celebrate what they had done, not mourn what was lost.

Slipping out into the soft pre-dawn light, she stood on her porch, waiting for the sun to rise.

She would enjoy this. Whether she wanted to or not.
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[personal profile] shinyisfalse 2014-12-31 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
The first treaty day, he didn't understand what was going on. At the time, he had only recently come back to District 12... no, it wasn't a district anymore, was it. There weren't any fences to keep people in, the whole country was just Panem. People still called each district by their number, it wasn't like you could expect everyone to change their ways completely within a short amount of time. But when he came back to District 12, it was because there really was nowhere else for him to go. Nowhere else he wanted to go. So no, he didn't do anything beyond sit by the window and try to see what was there instead of what wasn't.

The second treaty day, he worked. The district needed a bakery. That was just common sense, and it made sense that they had one of their best bakers work there again. Peeta couldn't run it himself, not how he was now, so he was content to just own it, and work in the back. Away from everyone. Baking didn't require too much thought for him, and it was easy to get lost in the routine of flour, water, eggs, etc.

The third time it rolled around, he was ready for it. He let himself float in the memories he could remember, not drown in them. And when he let himself get too deep in them, he could look outside and see the kind of day out there. Even if it was raining and disgusting out, it was a good day. He was still here, and knew that it was real, that it was raining out.

And he had someone who was there for him. When she wasn't dealing with her own demons, but sometimes they could deal with them together. And yeah, sometimes he saw the back of her head, and the braid there, and the urge to do something destructive was there. But he'd become successful at deflecting it most of the time.

But he also knew what she might do today. Peeta always seemed to know what she might do. "Might" being the key word, but sometimes that's all he needed. Katniss was a little predictable. So on the third treaty day, he came over to her place with fresh bread and coffee. A lot of milk and sugar for both of them.
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[personal profile] on_fire 2015-01-04 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
When she heard his foot steps, a warmth started to loosen up in her chest.

Of course he would come, he would be here. Because finally they were starting to be able to be the people they wanted to be. Not the people they were, that was gone. But some mix of what they wanted and what they had to be, a balance that was livable.

She turned, smiling up at him, before stepping forward to give him a hand.

"Good morning." She said softly, in the hushed tones of the early morning.