Peeta's Thoughts-Battlefield
Okay so here is a new part! This is one is a part I kinda put in because Katniss is sleeping in it so she doesn't tell us about it in the book. Peeta and Katniss are in bed together on the train during the Victory Tour for the 74th Hunger Games. The tour is coming close to an end and Peeta is thinking about how things will change once they are back in 12 and staying in Victors Village so close but how will things be once the Quarter Quell (remember they don't know it's a victors games yet) comes around.
I for got this on the last one…
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Why does this love feel this way? Why is my life becoming a battlefield? The minute my name was plucked out of that ball at the reaping my never ending battle started. Hah.. Who am I kidding, my fight started back when she first sang in school.
My fight for her the Girl on Fire, Katniss Everdeen. My first and only true love, but she may never see it as nothing more than a ruse to win a game.
She is sleeping in my arms right now but I know it won't last long now. I move my hand down to brush a few strands of hair that fell in her face back behind her ear. The side of my hand just barley brushed the side of her cheek but it was enough for her to let out a soft moaning sound and grab a fist full of my shirt to pull herself closer to my chest.
"Katniss?" I question softly when she started to stir. I did not receive any words for an answer just Katniss pulling herself even closer to my body. She is no longer just laying next to me on this large bed but she has her head on my chest, shirt in her hand and her right leg is crossed over her body and laying diagonal across my legs.
I can't help but let a smile wave over my face. This girl; this silly, serious, crazy, daring, insane girl. I let a soft laugh out as I run my fingers through her hair that she never put back into her braid after washing out all of Cinna's hairspray. I look at her sleeping face again. Seriously, who is she? Katniss Everdeen. Hunter? Tribute? Lover? Friend? Enemy? Partner? "Girl on Fire, or the new definition of the term Mockingjay.
The bird that the Capitol never wanted to survive, or exist is now Katniss. They didn't want her to live. Or out smart them and show them up, but she did. She is the symbol of rebellion that is off in the horizon and approaching faster than President Snow can prepare for. It's all because she decided to hand me those berries she should have just let me die for her, because now her pin is now a famous symbol in the Districts just like her face is in the Capitol. I don't really know much about this whole Mockingjay thing. The word is just a faded whisper in the wind in the Districts that grow louder and louder as the Quarter Quell approaches.
I just know that whatever they are doing it will surely start that uprising. I don't want to think about it. I want to think about Katniss and I. Together. Forever, well at least for now.
Why do things have to be this way? Such a never ending battle, I guess I should just be happy though. I am alive thanks to Katniss. The 74th Hunger Games got me closer to the girl I love and have loved from a far for a little over 10 years now. So honestly if it weren't for the games, I'm sure things would have been as they were before.
She would go over the fence and hunt for food, she would sell her name to save her family from starving and stop Prim from selling her name. The thing that hurts me the most is the fact that she would still be spending most of her time in the woods with Gale.
Gale Hawthorne. There is a guy I truly loathe. I will never say I hate him because, for one, Katniss cares about him, and two, we both care about Katniss and want to keep her safe so I just can't bring myself to hate him. But I will never like him. I know she cares about Gale but I know she must have a battle going on in her head of what she feels for me. The things that happened in the cave back in the arena, she can't say all of that was for show and just trying to get sponsors. Can she? I know her and Haymitch had some form of plan but he and I had one too. He was just playing just both but in the end I was the only one being played because he chose to keep her alive. I was really okay with that months ago but now, I don't want to lose her. Thing is and I can't change it is that I slowly feel myself losing the Katniss Everdeen I fell for so many years ago to the girl everyone wants, the Girl on Fire their "Mockingjay".
Katniss shifts again, her left leg moving to the foot of the bed kicking at the blankets. That's when I realize that how warm it is getting under the covers so I move the one of the big fluffy blankets off of her and her body relaxes. I let my talented hands draw soothing patterns, that are less than manly because they are full of hearts, on her back as I subconsciously do what I'm best at; fighting off the nightmares of the arena that haunt her dreams.
I spread my hand out across the small of her back and reach my other hand around to pull her snug against me and bend my neck to kiss the top of her head long and slow. I pull my lips from her sweet smelling hair and stare up at the ceiling as a sigh falls off my lips. I really do love her. I could say it over and over, again and again for all of Panem to hear. Surly, I'd get the "awes" and the tears from the Capitol but that's not what I want.
I want love back. I'm sure she has to feel something. No, I know she does. If not then why am I in her bed right now? Why am I the one who's arms can ward off the horrible dreams? And the kissing, she has to feel it too. That spark that waits for our lips to touch and then consumes me into its flame and heat. She has to feel it. Right? I've been told I am great at reading people but Katniss is the one person I'm still learning how to read. I got pretty good at reading her in the cave but now she is a whole new book.
The Victory Tour is coming to its final end. The nights with her in her bed are sure to be over soon. I don't know if Gale can ward off the nightmares like I can but I'm sure he'll try. The next Games are already being whispered about in the Capitol. The people can't wait to see how Katniss and I do as mentors in the Quarter Quell teaching our tributes the best advice Haymitch gave us to them "Don't get yourself killed." Personally, I don't want these Games to come. I don't want to be a mentor.
A mentor, who's life is now devoted to teaching a young boy and girl how not to die in a landscape designed to kill with murders all around. I don't want the 75th games to be here but for some reason I feel these games are going to be different so I have an eager feeling rising in me. That just makes the uneasiness in me grow.
I squeeze my eyes shut, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm ready, but I'm not. I hadn't even noticed my grip on Katniss had loosened so I pull it tight around her. My meaning for life, the reason I live.
I don't know what's next in this crazy life that Victors lead but I don't care because this night is real. And I will walk around in this battlefield that more commonly known as Panem. I will to fight and win against anything that tries to come between us. Because I know that I can't live without Katniss in life, just like she can't sleep without being in my arms.
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There is my second Peeta's Thoughts! Please let me know what you think! :D
Sorry it's kinda got some rambling but I meant for that to be in there because it's supposed to be late at night and he is tired but doesn't want to fall asleep because he is trying to make the most of the last few nights he thinks they have together.
Sooo yepp that's all for now dears! :D
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PS : I'm working on an outline for the next one that will be called Sleeping. It's going to be straight out of the book but Peeta's thoughts on when Katniss gave him the sleeping syrup in the cave. So stay tuned and it'll be here soon! [: