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Those Who Wait by wisteria (R)
Fandom: THE HUNGER GAMES
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Length: 5,868 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wisteria_
Author Website: None that I know of
Why this must be read:
This story is from Peeta's POV, post-Mockingjay. A lot of people have tried to write this story, about how we get from the end to the epilogue, but this is by far one of the best versions I've seen. The pacing is perfect, and Peeta's voice is dead on. It's just a fantastic missing scene; or, really, missing book.
For about a week, the primrose bushes stay untended, but Greasy Sae waters them at night. Although he understands why Katniss can’t look at them, it makes him a bit frustrated. He thought it would help, and maybe it does but it’s still another thing he was wrong about.
On the eighth morning, he’s awakened by footfalls on the frost-covered ground between their houses. Peeta puts on his pants and shoes and walks over to the window. She’s standing there with her back to him in the dim light. Her shoulders shake, either from the morning chill or something else. He watches her through the sunrise, until she turns and looks up at him, tilting her head in an invitation that he takes.
It’s so cold, but he tries not to notice. They stand there for a while, with the primrose blossoms curled up tight. Then Katniss reaches for his arm and pulls him close, wrapping him around her the same way they’d slept together all those nights on the train. Of course some not-quite-dormant part of his brain tries to coil up and hiss her name, fighting with the other part that craves her touch and more. Neither part will ever go away. But there’s this new part that feels comfortable. Safe.
Those Who Wait
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Length: 5,868 words
Author on LJ:
wisteria_Author Website: None that I know of
Why this must be read:
This story is from Peeta's POV, post-Mockingjay. A lot of people have tried to write this story, about how we get from the end to the epilogue, but this is by far one of the best versions I've seen. The pacing is perfect, and Peeta's voice is dead on. It's just a fantastic missing scene; or, really, missing book.
For about a week, the primrose bushes stay untended, but Greasy Sae waters them at night. Although he understands why Katniss can’t look at them, it makes him a bit frustrated. He thought it would help, and maybe it does but it’s still another thing he was wrong about.
On the eighth morning, he’s awakened by footfalls on the frost-covered ground between their houses. Peeta puts on his pants and shoes and walks over to the window. She’s standing there with her back to him in the dim light. Her shoulders shake, either from the morning chill or something else. He watches her through the sunrise, until she turns and looks up at him, tilting her head in an invitation that he takes.
It’s so cold, but he tries not to notice. They stand there for a while, with the primrose blossoms curled up tight. Then Katniss reaches for his arm and pulls him close, wrapping him around her the same way they’d slept together all those nights on the train. Of course some not-quite-dormant part of his brain tries to coil up and hiss her name, fighting with the other part that craves her touch and more. Neither part will ever go away. But there’s this new part that feels comfortable. Safe.
Those Who Wait