First attempt at writing a Hunger Games fanfic.. no judging.
POV: Peeta Mellark
(This is what's going through his head when he sees her at one of the interview things after they won the games.)
Is that the same girl? Is that Katniss? Katniss Everdeen? The same girl I gave that bread to a long, long time back? The girl who saved my life in the arena? The same girl I'm in love with?
She looks so.. pretty. Elegant. Poised. Innocent, even. But... not quite like Katniss. Where is she? Where's the strong, fierce girl I knew in the arena? The girl who'd risk her life for me? Right now, right at this moment, she looks... Capitol-ized. She is Capitol-ized. They cleaned her up. Made her perfect. Their vision of perfect. I don't want their perfect. I want the perfect Katniss was- is.
...That's right. Is. I forgot.
I forgot that she'd never fall for their brainwashing. She's too determined... too stubborn. Too smart to become the Capitol's... property. She's not like Effie... or Octavia... or Cinna.. Cinna. Perhaps not quite Cinna. He's smart- for a Capitol member. I feel he has.. common sense. A chance. A chance to be something more. Something real. Like Katniss.
So... even under all that tending and prepping, heavy, dramatic make-up, fancy clothing, and flawless Capitol skin, Katniss is still Katniss. In a month from now, when we're home, she'll be back to normal. Her hair will be in that signature braid. She'll wear her signature pin. Comfortable pants. And still, she'll look pretty- no.. Beautiful. Even more so than she is right now. Because when she's herself, she's amazing. some Capitol's definition of perfect, either- the real kind of perfect. The kind that matters most. Especially to me.
