#mellark

It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta-mellark #science-fiction #science

They'll be granted immunity!" I feel myself rising from my chair, my voice full of resonant. "You will personally pledge this in front of the entire population of District Thirteen and the remainder of Twelve. Soon. Today. It will be recorded for future generations. You will hold yourself and your government responsible for their safety, or you'll find yourself another Mockingjay! ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #peeta-mellark #the-hunger-games #ultimatum #responsibility

I remember everything about you," says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You're the one who wasn't paying attention. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #peeta-mellark #attention

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #love #peeta-mellark #smile #suzanne-collins

Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say. “I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-and-peeta #katniss-everdeen #love #peeta-mellark #romance

Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #peeta-mellark #life

You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#peeta-and-haymich #peeta-mellark #winter

At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces." Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-and-peeta #peeta #peeta-mellark #words