Delighted to squeeze this in before Sunday is over. As always, this is unbeta’ed, and more than six sentences. The previous chapters can be read on A03 and ff.net. Hopefully by this time next week the chapter will be done, but I can’t make any promises. :\
Katniss spotted an angry welt spreading across Peeta’s wrist. It was raised and shiny, the pale skin splashed with a hot, fiery red.
Dismayed, she immediately strode closer to inspect it. “What happened?” she demanded. “Was it…”
"It was an accident," he insisted, before adding quietly, "I think." Peeta busied himself with brushing crumbs off the stand’s counter and rolling up the remaining wax paper from the day.
Katniss caught at his sleeve, not letting go until he’d turned to meet her gaze. Her expression was bitter and plaintive all at once. “I hate that you have to wonder,” she whispered.
Peeta’s eyes swept her face, and Katniss realized that in her worry, she’d drawn close to his side. Her concern was showing clearly, she knew, and feeling vulnerable, she averted her eyes.
“Hey,” he said gently, as if, impossibly, she was the one requiring comfort. “Katniss, I’m fine. I don’t want you thinking you need to worry about me, because I’m okay.”
Peeta cupped her cheek, drawing her focus back. “Really.” While she watched him, his lips tilted into the barest of smiles, a further attempt to reassure her. Before he could draw away, Katniss tentatively brought her hand up to rest over his, trying to communicate her sorrow without words.
What's one scene, line, or character you're hoping to see in Mockingjay Part 1?
Since I cannot fathom a world in which the epilogue or “Real or not real. - Real” parts are cut or changed, I’m going to assume they are in the bag and go with the scene in Tigris’ basement where Katniss reaches out and smoothes the hair out of Peeta’s face.
I love that moment so much, because it’s the first time they really touch and connect since the hijacking, and she’s starting to see him as someone wounded and reachable, not ruined and lost.
Hey chickadees. <3 I’ve been feeling especially glum of late and I know several of you have as well, and in light of your wonderfully unexpected outpouring of sweetness at yesterday’s writing check-in, I thought it might make a nice treat to share the whole first scene of Chapter 12 (about 4200 words, or a normal-sized chapter of most other fics ;D).
After this things get really spoilery, mind, so this is the only lengthy excerpt you’ll get before the chapter comes out, though I’ll still do check-ins and all in the interim. :D
I sit in bed for a long while, turning the precious orange over and over in my hands and letting its red satin tails slip between my fingers. As I learned last night, everyone in this house knows what red ribbons mean. My companion has given me a sweetheart’s token; tucked it into my hand, even, so I would discover it as soon as I woke.
Between the red ribbon and the tear-dampened kisses that my companion pressed to my hair last night, I can rule out Lavinia…but then, I’ve always known, deep down, that it wasn’t her. For one, my bed partner is simply too heavy – and heavy-footed. I’ve shared a house with Lavinia and a bed with them for a month now; I know the sound and rhythm of steps, as any hunter should, and how much the mattress gives at their weight, even when I’m two arm-lengths away from my companion’s body. Also, Lavinia’s response to the wintergreen sprig – it’s about time – made it clear that, while she may be aware of my companion’s presence, as I’ve long suspected, she’s not that companion herself.
Not to mention, if Lavinia truly wanted to share my bed, she would never have bothered with secrecy. She would have crawled beneath the covers, as casually as Prim does, and pressed a kiss to my cheek before curling up behind me like a kitten and, likelier than not, burrowing cold toes against my calves.
No, my companion is not Lavinia and, more to the point, it’s not a girl. For the past month, I’ve shared this bed of fur and deerskin with a man.
[The afternoon after New Year’s Day, Peeta and Katniss are returning from a ski trip into the woods]
“Peeta,” I ask, “don’t you…well, want more from your sweetheart?”
“Want more?” he echoes in startled disbelief, and the skis hiss to a stop beneath us. “When it comes to my sweetheart, Katniss, I’m as greedy as they come,” he says. “I want to bury my hands in her hair and kiss her breathless and spend whole days in bed with her in my arms. I want…I want to pour my love into her,” he says hoarsely, his lips just brushing my ear, “till she glows with it like a toasting fire.”
I suck in a sharp breath at all of this – the image Peeta’s painted with his lush words, the fleeting touch of his mouth against my skin, the rush of pleasurable goosebumps running the length of my back – but he’s not done yet. “I want her to love me to distraction and whisper my name in her sleep,” he goes on, the words low and soft and ardent against my cheek. “I want us to have children – by the bucketload – and I want to cook her the most wonderful meals and shower her with presents and paint every mood and facet and feature of her.
“I want everything, Katniss,” he finishes quietly, resting his cheek against my temple. “And more besides. I want the moon.”
My breath stills in my lungs and I wonder why I’m trembling so hard beneath the bearskin.
I want the moon.
I know he doesn’t mean the literal moon or, for that matter, the huntress-moon of my father’s tale. You want the moon. It’s something that Seam mothers say to their children when they express a desire for something utterly impossible – what Grandpa Asa’s mother said to him when he fell in love with Granny Ashpet. They were both Seam-born and poor, of course, but she was as beautiful as he was plain and well able to provide for herself.
A beautiful Seam girl that a lot of boys like…
But Peeta’s a Merchant boy and a Victor besides. Wealthy beyond comprehension and handsome and strong; add to that his kindness and gentle manner and a Seam girl would be crazy to turn him down. Literally insane, with her family desperate for food and warm clothes and fuel for their fires, and all at once I’m infuriated by the fact that Peeta is here with me in the middle of the woods, spilling over with love for his girl while she sits by her parents’ cold hearth in the Seam, indifferent or even oblivious to his feelings.
Look who posted a new chapter!!!!! Me :)
~ We can call this 600 sentence Sunday ~ it’s a long chapter.
I absolutely loved Cinna74!!!!
Thank you so much, and congratulations on Episodes, it was simply amazing!!! :D I really liked the idea of the locket helping to anchor Peeta, and I adored the moment where he brushed her nose. It was wonderful to see the three perspectives wrapped up in realistic but fittingly happy ways.
I want to give you the biggest hug! You are such a talented artist and writer! Congratulations for The Final Sunset of Cinna/74. Just so well written, I truly enjoyed reading it. I hope you have a great weekend.
Ohh, thank you! <3 And right back at you with the hug! ;) I was wondering if For the Love of the Game was yours! I loved it and had a huge smile on my face the whole time I was reading it. Peeta’s nervousness, their multi-layered conversation during the game, the moment they just turn to each other, and then everyone else’s confusion as they’re summarily kicked out — ah! Too wonderful! And that’s not even mentioning after the game! :D
I hope you’re having a grand old time!
THERE’S the Lionsgate we all know and loathe.
I am in love with your writing. This latest chapter of OTT is just beautiful. I like how you're exploring the D12 world without K and P going to the games yet remaining true to each of their characterizations. I didn't think it was possible to love these two any more than I already did, but your stories draw me closer to both K and P. Wonderful job on this (and your other stories - Capital Vices, Distinct Virtues is an all-time favorite). Do you update about once a month?
Wow, thank you so, so much for this amazing ask, you sure know how to make a person feel great! You are far too kind, just reading what you wrote has me on cloud nine! It makes me want to give you a giant hug, like so:
And a month is probably most accurate. I want it to be three weeks or less, but last time was five, I think (eep!). So I’m aiming for a month this time. >:)
Thank you again for the lovely message! <3
Hello I am really enjoying OTT. I was wondering if you were doing any Peeta's POV or if you could give us insight? Does he now know Katniss not with Gale? Was the laughing enough of an answer? What is he thinking? Is he afraid of his Mother? Thanks
Hi! Thanks for reading OtT, I’m so glad you’re liking it! I probably won’t be doing any Peeta POV specifically (I won’t 100% rule it out, though). I’m hoping more of his thoughts will be apparent as Katniss starts interacting with him regularly in future chapters. And I would be delighted to give a little insight!
(I put it under the cut for length concerns)
The last chapter of "on the threshold" was so good. Thank you for taking the time to write this beautiful story :)
Oh, you’re welcome dear, I’m so glad you liked it! Thank you so much for this wonderful message, it made my day! :)