Da-Da-Da-DAAAAHH~ Three updates in one month. A new record I think. I'll tell you right now though, I won't match that next month. December means finals, which means studying, and projects, and concerts, and rehearsals, and tests, and THEN! break! So if I update at all in December, it'll be a miracle.
A quick Happy Holidays to everyone. I love the holidays. Food, sleep, friends, snow (hopefully), sleep, sweets, and more sleep. Plus more time for reading and writing. I have a one shot in mind for these two about the holidays. The question is if I can get around to it. (For those of you who read my X-men fic, I promise it's coming. I'm just a little stuck)
This one's fluffy again. I felt like they needed some happiness this time around. Maybe I'll make the next one angst-y but I'm not sure what you guys think.
So, song of inspiration for today: "Come On Get Higher" by Matt Nathanson. I know I normally put the song title as the title for the chapter, but I thought it didn't fit as well.
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
[Chorus]
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet
Perfect words that you said
[Chorus]
I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Sing sha la la la
Sing sha la la la la
Ooo Ooo Ooo...
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me, drown me in love
It's all wrong, it's all wrong
It's all wrong, it's so right
So come on, get higher
So come on and get higher
'Cause everything works, love
Everything works in your arms.
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I Miss You
Peeta's POV
The house is quiet without her around. There's no faint melody of her voice in the air. No sound of feet, save my own on the carpet. It's nice, in some ways.
But I'm lonely without her.
The things I used to do by myself seem boring and mundane now. I can't paint without my mind wandering to imagine what she's doing. I can't even bake without feeling distracted.
She told me not to worry; she'd be back in less than a week. But it's only been a day and I miss her more than I thought possible. And that thought makes me laugh at my own small state of misery.
I can't let her know how much I miss her, because I know if she thinks I'm the least bit uncomfortable she'll be back here in my arms as soon as possible. That's just how Katniss is. And don't get me wrong the idea is very tempting. But I know she's needed in 13 for the ceremony and I know she needs to be there for her own reasons. So I can't call her back to me.
So I do the only thing I can to cure my longing for her. I find the paper and pen on her desk and push the book of our loved ones to the side.
Katniss's POV
It's late by the time I reach my room. Most of 13 is asleep, having gone to their rooms soon after the ceremony had finished. But I am wide-awake. Sleep and I have never been good friends and tonight is no different.
My thoughts flit back to the ceremony and I feel a tug at the hole in my chest. The emptiness returned sometime during the speeches. It didn't help that my mother was there. Seeing her reminded me so much of Prim that it physically hurt to stand on that podium. The only things stopping me from breaking down were Johanna's nails digging into my palm.
A small part of me wishes that Peeta had come. I miss his arms and his soothing voice. But it'd be too much for him; too many triggers for flashbacks. So he just saw me off at the train station, his hand not leaving mine until the train pulled me away from him.
It's not until I'm about to go to sleep that I see an envelope on the table by my bed. It's plain, not like the fancy paper the Capitol liked to use. Or that the Republic still uses, I think. Finally, it occurs to me that it looks like the same paper from the desk in my office.
I shake my head, slightly annoyed with him for going to the trouble. I told him I'd be back soon. But I still feel a small smile threating to show as the image of Peeta at my desk fills my mind.
His writing is small and neat, filling the page elegantly, like writing on a historic document. Nothing is smeared or cramped like my writing. Even on paper, Peeta has a way of playing with words. Something I wish I had, even now.
Katniss,
I know you said you'd be back soon and that you'd said there was nothing to worry about. And that's true. I'm not worried, I promise. (Liar, I think.) I'm sorry, that's a lie. I am worried, just not too much.
I've tried painting while you've been gone. Not very successfully, but I've tried. It's hard to paint when my inspiration for everything is gone. What little I have done is of still things. The vase in the kitchen, Haymitch's wheelbarrow outside, the trees in the snow. Things like that.
Mostly, though, I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice and the small tunes you hum while doing the dishes. I miss the feel of you sitting next to me on the floor by the fire. I miss the sound of your breathing in the morning before you wake up.
I miss your reluctant smile and your hesitant laugh.
I miss your gray eyes and your dark hair.
I miss the way you growl at Buttercup when he's in your way. (He's taken your side of the bed by the way. I tried to stop him.)
I miss how you bite your lip as you read and write in the book.
I miss the feel of your hand in mine.
I miss the way you hold me.
I miss how you kiss me goodnight.
I miss the quiet way you say you love me, like it's a secret you can't quite tell.
I miss you. All of you. I love you. Come back to me soon.
Peeta
His words make me blush and smile like some silly schoolgirl. Even when he's not with me his words still have that wonderful effect that make everything seem right. His wonderful words that mean I'm his, and he's mine.