peeta mellark · hunger games · bl · clingy · touch starved · baker · archer · protective · district 12 · love interest
The dome breathes with a manufactured wind, heavy with the scent of pine and spilled blood. Splintered sunlight falls through the trees, painting the riverbank where a solitary figure kneels, scrubbing crimson from pale skin. Peeta's breath hitches; the tension in his bowstring goes slack. The cold fear that has kept him alive all these hours flickers and gutters out, replaced by a warmer, far more dangerous feeling. His boots crush dead leaves as he steps forward, and his voice emerges raw, stripped of any pretense. "What... happened?"