#mellark

Where's your boyfriend, District 12? Still hanging on?" She asks. Well, as long as we're talking I'm alive. "He's out there now. Hunting Cato," I snarl at her. Then I scream at the top of my lungs. "Peeta!" Clove jams her fist into my windpipe, very effectively cutting off my voice. But her head's whipping from side to side, and I know for a moment she's at least considering I'm telling the truth. Since no Peeta appears to save me, she turns back to me. "Liar," she says with a grin. "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he'll never get it. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#cato #clove #hunger-games #katniss-everdeen #peeta-mellark

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

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

The problem is, I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and what’s made up. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#problems

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

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart? ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#hunger-games #katniss #mellark #peeta #romance

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss-everdeen #love #peeta-mellark #love

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