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"Learning to Swim" by imaginarycircus (M)
On a RL programming note, I'm moving out-of-state tomorrow and starting a new job Monday, so I may not have Internet until after U.S. Thanksgiving. More recs are coming, I promise! They're just likely to be a bit sporadic.
Fandom: THE HUNGER GAMES
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Length: 5530 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Five snapshots of Katniss, Peeta, and the beginnings of their life together in the rebuilt District 12. The POV switches between them, which works well, and I love the idea of Katniss teaching a younger generation about her woods. The sex scene toward the end isn't my favorite, but I'm willing to overlook it because the rest is just that lovely.
“I went to the woods this morning and dug these up. For her. I thought we could plant them along the side of the house.”
I go back to digging and wonder why she looks so horrified by my offering. She stares at the primroses as if she wants to set them on fire with her mind. Then she nods and hurries off. Maybe my gesture was too on the nose, but she doesn’t know about the conversations I had with Prim while she was away in District 2. She doesn’t know that I wanted Prim to be my sister too.
The doctors had worried about Prim setting me off, but she was so calm I felt better around her. It was her idea to let me make Annie and Finnick’s wedding cake.
The funny thing about Prim was that she was nothing like Katniss, except every now and then a stubborn look would cross her face and it was so clear they were sisters. Prim had my coloring and it was almost like looking into the face of the child Katniss and I might have someday. Real or not real? Who knows?
Prim told me what it was like after the reaping. My father brought her bread and cookies and even watched some of the broadcasts with Prim and her mother. She was saying that she was certain I was on Katniss’ side the whole time.
“Real or not real?” I ask the primroses, but they cannot answer. I planted them for myself as much as I planted them for Katniss, or Prim. I’m still trying to come to terms with strangling Katniss. I did that with my own hands. Everyone says it wasn’t my fault, but they were my hands and propelled by my fear and anger.
I don’t feel any better once the primroses are planted. I haven’t been back to the spot where the bakery should be. I can’t face it. Yet. I need to have a plan. Planting flowers there won’t work. Perhaps I should bake some bread and crumble it over the spot. No, that’s ridiculous. Maybe there is nothing I can do for them. My father, my brothers, and my dear mother. I don’t miss them nearly as much I should.
Learning to Swim
Fandom: THE HUNGER GAMES
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Length: 5530 words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Five snapshots of Katniss, Peeta, and the beginnings of their life together in the rebuilt District 12. The POV switches between them, which works well, and I love the idea of Katniss teaching a younger generation about her woods. The sex scene toward the end isn't my favorite, but I'm willing to overlook it because the rest is just that lovely.
“I went to the woods this morning and dug these up. For her. I thought we could plant them along the side of the house.”
I go back to digging and wonder why she looks so horrified by my offering. She stares at the primroses as if she wants to set them on fire with her mind. Then she nods and hurries off. Maybe my gesture was too on the nose, but she doesn’t know about the conversations I had with Prim while she was away in District 2. She doesn’t know that I wanted Prim to be my sister too.
The doctors had worried about Prim setting me off, but she was so calm I felt better around her. It was her idea to let me make Annie and Finnick’s wedding cake.
The funny thing about Prim was that she was nothing like Katniss, except every now and then a stubborn look would cross her face and it was so clear they were sisters. Prim had my coloring and it was almost like looking into the face of the child Katniss and I might have someday. Real or not real? Who knows?
Prim told me what it was like after the reaping. My father brought her bread and cookies and even watched some of the broadcasts with Prim and her mother. She was saying that she was certain I was on Katniss’ side the whole time.
“Real or not real?” I ask the primroses, but they cannot answer. I planted them for myself as much as I planted them for Katniss, or Prim. I’m still trying to come to terms with strangling Katniss. I did that with my own hands. Everyone says it wasn’t my fault, but they were my hands and propelled by my fear and anger.
I don’t feel any better once the primroses are planted. I haven’t been back to the spot where the bakery should be. I can’t face it. Yet. I need to have a plan. Planting flowers there won’t work. Perhaps I should bake some bread and crumble it over the spot. No, that’s ridiculous. Maybe there is nothing I can do for them. My father, my brothers, and my dear mother. I don’t miss them nearly as much I should.
Learning to Swim