The Girl on Fire

by whispered touches

She blazes. -Peeta is always being scorched by Katniss' heat, but it's in the best kind of way, with the best kind of scars. Drabble.

She blazes.

Like the fire in the hearth, she is so much more than she realizes; not just destruction and agony and ashes, but the sun peeking out from behind a cloud and the light in the darkness to lead the way. The heat of her touch and gaze are scalding, leaving the best kind of scars that tingle even as she walks away, a ripple of mottled flesh that turns into something beautiful, from scars old and new.

So go ahead – disappear into the flames. Drown in them. Breathe in the girl on fire's smoke, let yourself become addicted. Welcome the fire into your heart so that it flows through your veins, but don't get used to it, don't ever get used to it, because sometimes you need the sharp slap of her heat to be your anchor to what's real.

And it is real, and her hand lingers on your cheek while you close your eyes and burn.

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a/n: i finished mockingjay last week for the first time, and this is kind of inspired by the last-ish paragraph where katniss says, "i have plenty of fire myself." because she does, and peeta knows it. :)

first hunger games fic, so i'd really appreciate it if you reviewed.

thanks for reading.

~whispered touches

disclaimer: i don't own the hunger games, katniss, or peeta. no copyright infringement is intended.