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A/n: Another piece I wrote for the Girl on Fire ficathon at kolms' livejournal! My muse works in mysterious ways and took this prompt in a rather unexpected direction. Note: Contains SPOILERS FOR MOCKINGJAY.
Prompt: gale/katniss; dart for my sweetheart (For stainofmylove)
Dart For My Sweetheart
He seeks her out across the chasm, her form achingly familiar in the chaos and smoke and he wants to see nothing else when it ends. Because they're dragging him away, hot breath and shouts all around him, and he calls to her. He wants her to remember their agreement –
Don't let them take me. Don't let them take me.
He can see her trying to find a way out of this – there isn't one – and it's only been a few short seconds (seconds we don't have, seconds we never had). He won't be destroyed by them, he won't let the Capitol punish her through him. He doesn't have his capsule anymore and she knows that, has to finish this now.
She raises her bow, he's fighting his captors so they can't drag him out of range. Hands shaking, tears streaming down her face, and she seems closer than she really is. He thinks, not of any significant moment in his life, but of a plain sunny day somewhere in the past several years.
It's ok. I love you. Don't let them take me.
She shot some squirrels and he snared some rabbits and they made a fire to enjoy one together and she smiled when he teased her and her eyes sparkled and it was just a regular day – (oh one I'll never have again, not now, not now).
It doesn't even hurt.
A/n: Thanks for reading! And do check out the ficathon - sooo much ridiculously amazing stuff there.