After a really... traumatic end of the week and the weekend underway, I decided I should pump out a oneshot. c: I originally wrote this last night but my computer did it's daily "lol I'm tired" act, so... Long story short, this oneshot was created with the inspiration from Eric Whitacre's "The Seal Lullaby" and James Newton Howard's "The Cave" (for the THG score). Music without words FTW.
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? (The answer is "No, not really" for those of you that paused to think about it.)
Katniss stroked the soft blankets and sheets on the bed she and Peeta shared. It was his originally, but they decided that the nightmares were too powerful to be handled alone. The comfort of the presence of the other was enough to alleviate the pains that the nightmares would bring. This thought in itself sent Katniss onto the bed, curling up in the softness of the blankets.
A smooth, silky night breeze emerged from the open window. Katniss took a deep breath and sighed, an unfamiliar but welcome smile stretching her lips ever so slightly. She always wondered why Peeta liked the windows open when he slept. But now she knew.
She looked up at the delicate, beautiful night sky, glittering with twinkling stars. She wondered about the stars, and again smiled when she felt a gentle night breeze kiss her skin, making teasing brushes against the hair on her face. Another sigh escaped from her lips. The only thing left that would make this moment better... Peeta.
But he was at the bakery, living his dream, fulfilling his passion. And that was enough of an explanation for her.
She returned her attention to the sky, looking up through the window at Peeta's bedside. She looked up at the stars again, recalling the fact that these stars could last quite a while. They might live to be older than her. And she thought about how those stars )and the night) saw her when she was a little newborn girl, a hunter, a tribute in the arena, a soldier, a grown woman. She thought that the night was very brilliant, that it knew much about not only her, but about Peeta, of his family, of the other tributes of the Games she was in, of the ones before theirs, of the people in the other districts, of the entire world, the entire galaxy, perhaps.
Katniss rolled onto her side and curled up in the softness of the blankets, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of sugar and fruit - Peeta. He was home.
She waited for him to arrive up the stairs, and he eventually did, seeing Katniss in her pajamas, curled comfortably in the sheets, smiling, peaceful. Peeta couldn't help but smile as well, taking off his prosthetic and laying in bed beside Katniss, nuzzling her gently and curling up beside her. He gave her a gentle kiss, as delicate as a night's breeze.
Katniss sighed. "I know why you like to sleep with the windows open," she said simply.
Peeta looked at her, cupping her face in his hands. "And why is that, do you think?"
Katniss leaned into his touch, enjoying the feeling of Peeta's fingers stroking her cheeks. "The stars. The breeze. It's all so beautiful." And she saw Peeta nod in reply.
The night... what it meant to them. It was one thing that the night knew.
Crappy ending, but I hoped you guys enjoyed it. Spare a review? Please?