[ He has his arms out already, wraps them around her as she crashes into him. And with that crash comes something else breaking, three months of smothered fear and worry splintering under the warmth and weight of her presence. Her presence. Katniss Everdeen, girl on fire, the girl from the Seam he admired from afar for years before getting noticed by her in the most terrible of circumstances; the girl who didn't let him die in the mud or the caves, risked her life for his, later became a co-conspirator, a fiancee, a "mother," a Mockingjay, but -
- it's just, it's a lot of fancy names for the girl he holds right now, as tightly as he's able because who would've thought this would be possible, a girl who at the end of the day is just Katniss. He kisses the top of her head, doesn't bother pulling away to look at her because there'll be plenty of time for that later. ]
HAHA I'M SLOWER
- it's just, it's a lot of fancy names for the girl he holds right now, as tightly as he's able because who would've thought this would be possible, a girl who at the end of the day is just Katniss. He kisses the top of her head, doesn't bother pulling away to look at her because there'll be plenty of time for that later. ]
I missed you. [he admits. ]