Well, I've always liked Katniss/Cinna, I just never bothered and write one...so, well, here we go.
If Katniss ever saw his thoughts, he had a feeling she'd put an arrow through his chest. Her boy, Gale, too, and Peeta.
Good thing he kept them to himself.
It started with the reapings. That desperate expression on her face. The love had shone out of every feature on her face, and it set off a slight twinge in him. No one had ever looked like that for him.
Love. He began to love her from an expression of love towards someone else.
There was the continuing filming, when he watched her, only her. It was curiosity, and besides, he'd have to design her clothing, right? He was, well, scoping out his task. Quite simply job related preparation.
Well, it was odd for his eyes to go glassy and any other thought fly out of his head, but he was enraptured, and didn't notice.
Then that look, on her face, when he'd walked into the room. His face was cool, composed. Her's assessed his, eyes scanning him.
He saw many things in those eyes.
But most of all, strength. Determination. She just stared at him, her eyes asking, What are you about to throw at me? Get on with it. He realized it, then, at that moment. He felt his heart explode with love, explode in a shower of sparks from a bomb, a bomb named Katniss, a girl on fire.
Well, he would claim it was the strength. But her naked body did factor in quite largely.
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