second arrow. ➵ ( VIDEO ) ➵ wear a necklace of rope side by side with me ➵ { mid-morning aug. 29th }

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[ Katniss has a warmer look on her face than she usually does when she speaks to people over the network. While the smile on her lips isn't large by anyone's standards, it's sweet and genuine. Her hair isn't in her usual braid, though her fingers are currently combing through it and working to do so. It gives her hands something to keep them busy while she talks. ]

I realized I should probably start looking for someone who can sew soon. Since my stylist isn't here with Peeta and Rue and I.

[ There's a sad look on her face for just the tiniest glimmer of a moment. She misses Cinna. She's almost certain he's dead. But she still misses him, and his beautiful dresses. ]

I need someone who can design a wedding dress for me. It doesn't have to be anything flashy or over-the-top. Just something simple. I can pay in money, or trade for game.

[ No one has prompted her to do this. But she knows they have a wedding to plan and an engagement to upkeep, so she figures now is as good a time as any. ]

Thank you.

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[ Peeta isn't the one who has trouble with words. He speaks like he was born to do nothing but speak. When all I get from him is stunned silence, I'm hit with this sick sensation in my stomach that I've given him a wrong answer. Is it because of what I said on the train back from our first Games? He doesn't act like he still holds it against me. So why isn't he saying something when he's always been a whiz at it? Could it be that everyone has been wrong about him all along, and his affection for me is an act? His stories about watching me, remembering me with two braids, remembering the bread... No. Peeta is a lot of things. A liar isn't one of them.

My heart begins to beat much faster than it should and I feel my breath become shallow. I feel like a fish just caught and dragged from the water, gasping for air, desperate for it. Say something. Anything.

Before I can recover, say something to fix whatever it is I've just broken, Peeta's lips find mine. I shouldn't be surprised, but the sudden contact gives me a start and a moment of frozen uncertainty before I regain my senses and start kissing him back. There's a warm bubbling feeling in my stomach and a warm tingle that spreads through every inch of me, only to be quelled with the chill of gooseflesh when I feel fingers through my hair and against my scalp and before I can stop to take a breath, I lose myself in him.

How is it that he always manages to do this? ]