eswareinmal | first arrow. ➳ voice. ( orb )

[ She practically threatened the old man out of her sight. ] Of course I have questions -- [ Desperate, horrifying ones. ] Prim! [ The voice rings out loudly over the orb's range of networking, the desperate shriek of a seventeen year old girl. The jabberjays have stopped. She's removed her hands from her ears, and she's discovered herself in a strange place with strange clothing. Everything is unfamiliar. And that can only mean one thing.

The Capitol has finally gotten to her. And probably her loved ones. ]

Peeta! [ She breathes raggedly. Like a scared animal. ] Where am I? What happened to them? [ The memory of the arena is fresh in her mind. Peeta, on the other side of the glass separating she and Finnick from the others as the jabberjays wreaked their havoc. The sounds of Prim and Gale screaming in voices that could only be brought on by torture. Surely they were dead. ]

I was in the arena! I was playing your damned Games! I did everything you asked me -- what did you do?! [ She has no idea to whom she is speaking. She's furious. She's terrified. She's yelling, and she's not going to stop yelling until she gets some answers. She wants them, now, and until she hears something soothing or receives a reasonable explanation for her whereabouts, she'll remain desperate.

And dangerous. ]

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[ it's strange, that he seems to know this place as well as he does. as she walks, she continues to speak to him, though she knows the way now. ]

How long have you been here, Peeta?

Just since yesterday, but I've gone back and forth a lot. I slept in a room in the castle last night, but--[with all the fussing and preening and bowing, he felt like he was back in the Games, and that was distinctly uncomfortable.] I opened a bakery, and I think I might try to set up an apartment above it, or in back.

[He pauses, not wanting to send her running. How to word this.] There's enough room for you, if you want to stay here. Rue, too.

You've only been here a day, and you already have a bakery? [ She's incredulous at first, but then she laughs. Actually laughs. If he could see the smile on her face... It's fleeting, of course, but the idea that he has already charmed his way into establishing his own business here is only too like him. ]

And a place of your own to live. Do we all have to stay in the ca-- [ Oh. It would make sense, though. The only way she gets any decent sleep is when he's holding her. ] I don't want to stay here. I'd rather stay with you and Rue.

[He laughs a little, too--more in response to finally seeing her smile, a thing that unclenches his stomach and floods him with warmth, than because of the humor in the statement. Although, he supposes it is a little weird that he established so quickly, but the townspeople had been incredibly helpful; all he'd had to do was clean a little and then get to baking.]

I don't have a bed yet, but we can talk about decorating once you've gotten here and had something to eat.

I'm from the Seam, Peeta. Decorating isn't that important. [ She remembers her tiny home. The huge thing in the Victors' Village was never home. It never held a candle. ]

I found a door. [ She sounds relieved, maybe even excited. Outside. She needs to be outside. But, before she exits, someone stops her. ] -- Hold on, Peeta.

[ She tucks her orb away for awhile. The while turns into longer. Off-Orb, Katniss is being told she owns a horse. She's receiving said horse, being saddled up, and sent off on that horse. She never contacts him again. But she rides to the bakery.

When she sees the name, her heart stops for a moment. He didn't. She dismounts, tethering to a post she finds nearby. She gives the great beast a stroke or two. It seems strange, not killing it here, using it for her dinner. Keeping it as a pet, a companion, instead. She walks inside, surveying the innermost parts of the structure.

The smell is overwhelming, and her mouth waters. ]

Peeta?

[His heart goes into his throat when he hears her, not over the orb, but really her. His head jerks up from where he's kneading dough and he's halfway across the room, arms out, before he thinks to pause and ask her permission.]

Katniss.

small>[She looks okay--shaken, but not hurt anywhere. Still, he wants to hear it from her.]

You're okay?

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[ She doesn't hesitate to allow him. Her arms are outstretched before long, too, and when they collide she wraps them around him and holds on tight. Security. This is security. This is what makes sense to her right now. This place doesn't make sense. But Peeta does. He always does. ]

I'm okay. We're okay.

[It's only been a few days, but he'd already forgotten how much better he feels when he has her in his arms, can feel her breathing and warm and safe. He squeezes his eyes shut, and for a moment just presses his nose against her hair and holds her.]

Are you hungry?

[ She doesn't let go just yet, either. He's solid. He's always been so solid. She tightens her grip a little. ]

A little. But I'm alright.

[She's not any thinner than the last time. Good. He knows she isn't anything close to well-fed, but she's not in danger of dying. Still--]

You need to eat. I've baked some pastry, but if you want something more substantial, we can go down to the market.

[...He'll let her pull away first, though.]

[ She perks up a little and manages a smile. ]

Do you have any cheese buns? [ She wants cheese buns!!! ]

[That draws a laugh from him. Not only is it cute, or as close as Katniss gets, but it's something he can do to make her happy.]

Of course I have cheese buns.

I'd love to have some. [ She wonders if they have lamb stew here. She hopes they do. Or something like it. But cheese buns will sate her for now because DELICIOUS. ]

[He can't let go of her. Not completely. Not yet.

So he pulls back just enough to slip his fingers through hers and leads her to the counter, where a pile of cheese buns are sitting on a plate. They've been popular--he tries to have a batch in the oven as often as possible, to keep up with the demand.]

Do you want anything else? I can go to the market for you.

No, Peeta. [ She smiles, and reaches for one, taking a bite immediately. And because Effie never got manners through her head, she speaks between bites. Sometimes while chewing. ] I'm fine. This is fine. [ And god these are good. ] -- Still as good as I remember.

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