Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with drabble #9: Artist's Appeal in the drabble set, Evergreen Youth Spoiled by Bread! So, we are now nine drabbles in it seems- which I'm terribly happy about! I don't have much experience writing these, so they'll only get better as I go on. Alas we are almost done with this set of 10, for I'm posting chapter ten shortly after this one, but no matter. I really have noticed just how often I focused on Peeta, like next chapter he is also the main focus too. Goodness, maybe it's writing bias. Anyways, enjoy!


Peeta Mellark was the esteemed artist of the 21st century, well at least to the downtown Miami area. Coming from a difficult background in the ghettos of Louisiana and magically being discovered by the cream of the crop painters Katniss Everdeen, well it came straight out of a fairytale. Instead of playing ball with the other school kids his age, he'd find the same material used to make the lines on a baseball field connecting the bases to draw.

You couldn't go anywhere in Baton Rouge without finding some reminisce of his artwork. He went all over. Sometimes he drew something simple, a mail box shadowed under the moon's lustrous light, or a rose about to bloom for Spring. He ventured onto more daunting tasks, like smoke rising from a pan of jambalaya and short circuiting the light above the chef's head. His favorite drawing ever was the simple drawing of the letter 'I'. Covered in a scaly, reptilian green found by mashing certain plants together, the capital letter looked like it belonged in a forest.

His first chance of striking gold with his designs was when Katniss Everdeen came down to Baton Rouge for an art expo, the stunning female artist was looking for upcoming talent as an apprentice for her gallery back in New York. After by accidently stepping on his hands as she passed by, she glanced down to see the stunning 'I' artwork. Within a few minutes, Peeta managed to receive a business card, a mention on Facebook, and fifty dollars cash in his pocket.

All night he took pictures of his work and emailed Katniss the photos. Inspired, Katniss managed to get him on a plane to New York and to feature his work in her new gallery. Then, with quite the load of cash from his work being bought by art dealers, he flew to Miami, wanting a stab at Spanish culture down in the Sunshine State. And, how he loved it.

The locals appreciated his talent, and the fact that the city received news buzz made it all worthwhile. As the years passed, he forgot about the person who put him in his spot till one fatalistic meeting at a café.

It was a beautiful summer day, and Peeta Mellark wanted to paint. He wanted to find some inspiration from the locals and see if they could help create the prettiest picture ever. Problem was, Peeta Mellark was hitting rock bottom. No one was providing him ample creativity. He personally wanted to draw a human emerging out of a mysterious fog, but he still needed the right subject.

That's when his eyes lit up, a woman passing by his table catching his eye. She wore a simple mahogany dress, the deep color of an oak tree clashing with a vibrant olive green. With golden chestnut hair spiraling down to the ground like Rapunzel's, all he had to do was see her face. The clash of color worked really well with an ambiance as it was- he just needed to see her face.

The subject turned, and Peeta's heart exploded. Two glimmering emeralds stared back at his, a lipsticked smile flashing a set of pearly white teeth. Beautiful skin, a beautiful complexion. The light rosy makeup applied to the lady's cheeks drew out the raw beauty that radiated from within her. He stood up in a flash and walked over to the person.

"Excuse me, miss, but would you mind helping me with something?"

The lady blinked. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"Not that I know of," Peeta admitted. "But, you see, I'm an artist. I've been looking for inspiration on a painting all day. I haven't come up with anything substantial till I saw you."

The lady eyed the drawing on Peeta's table. "You've got quite the talent there, young man. Say, what's your name?"

"Peeta Matthews."

The lady's eyes widened, her lips parting. Little did Peeta know, the lady he was in fact talking to was Katniss Everdeen, on another excursion to find an upcoming painter for her gallery. Little did either of them know was that they'd end up married, all because Katniss would later ask Peeta why he picked her out of everyone to use for the painting. His response was his lips on hers, then the shutting of a door and the flickering of a light.

And as they say, the rest got lost in the artwork. Sometimes a painter's passion wasn't in the picture, but the person they chose to create their masterpieces.

Katniss was Peeta's masterpiece, just like how she was his.


I hope you all enjoyed this drabble as well! Which has been your favorite so far? I'll probably have to say this one. Next drabble will be #10: Compromise. This one isn't going to be the greatest in terms of happy endings, as it actually doesn't have a happy ending! I love them actually, so that's why I'm picking it. Thanks again guys! Love you so much! Please review, and I'll see you shortly.