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"the genesis of color & light" by wanderlustlover (G)
Fandom: THE HUNGER GAMES
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Length: 920 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wanderlustlover
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Though this is more of a reflection on Peeta as an artist than it is an outright romantic-pairing fic, his characterization is so tied to Katniss that it seems possible to mention her name just once in 900 words and still make note of the pairing. This one-shot is a beautiful examination of what painting means to Peeta and how his artistic vision colors his view of a dark, messy world.
Painting started with cookies and loaves and small circle cakes. With his fascination at the age of five or six, sitting at the edge of the oven, accidentally burning himself half a dozen times, on his cheeks and forehead and fingers, while he would watched in captivated awe as the white batter turned them beige and yellow, golden browns. And still slice them open to the center white as snow.
You have to master these things first. The basics. How to make it rise right. Correct shapes and color bases. Then you take a step up. Brushing butter and honey across cakes in delicate lines, not wasting a single drop, never putting too little or too much, even if he'll only have one of the hundreds he'll make in a year. And only if things are going extraordinarily well.
Then you can move to edging decor. You practice with colored butters, hard and unyielding lards of butter, for almost a year, until his parents can't find a defect before he can be allowed to even touch icing for the first time. Icing is far more expensive than honey or butter, there cannot be errors. You can't throw out cakes like burned bread. Errors are not an option.
And this is still when all they let him do was white. Another half year and he can do flourishes in white. Flourishes in white that begin to look as good as his father's accents in colors. And they let him test the smallest gift for the mayors daughter. A cupcake. He only had to add pink, but then he couldn't stop.
He had to learn everything.
the genesis of color & light
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Length: 920 words
Author on LJ:
wanderlustloverAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read: Though this is more of a reflection on Peeta as an artist than it is an outright romantic-pairing fic, his characterization is so tied to Katniss that it seems possible to mention her name just once in 900 words and still make note of the pairing. This one-shot is a beautiful examination of what painting means to Peeta and how his artistic vision colors his view of a dark, messy world.
Painting started with cookies and loaves and small circle cakes. With his fascination at the age of five or six, sitting at the edge of the oven, accidentally burning himself half a dozen times, on his cheeks and forehead and fingers, while he would watched in captivated awe as the white batter turned them beige and yellow, golden browns. And still slice them open to the center white as snow.
You have to master these things first. The basics. How to make it rise right. Correct shapes and color bases. Then you take a step up. Brushing butter and honey across cakes in delicate lines, not wasting a single drop, never putting too little or too much, even if he'll only have one of the hundreds he'll make in a year. And only if things are going extraordinarily well.
Then you can move to edging decor. You practice with colored butters, hard and unyielding lards of butter, for almost a year, until his parents can't find a defect before he can be allowed to even touch icing for the first time. Icing is far more expensive than honey or butter, there cannot be errors. You can't throw out cakes like burned bread. Errors are not an option.
And this is still when all they let him do was white. Another half year and he can do flourishes in white. Flourishes in white that begin to look as good as his father's accents in colors. And they let him test the smallest gift for the mayors daughter. A cupcake. He only had to add pink, but then he couldn't stop.
He had to learn everything.
the genesis of color & light