Can we just take a minute to talk about Finnick in this gif?
THIS is the REAL Finnick, right here.
He’s worried, stressed, and scared.
Like, I totally want to know what’s going through his head right now. Is he worrying about Annie? Is he concerned about Katniss’ reaction? Is he upset…
So if you can stop looking at me like I’m wounded, then I can quit acting like it. And, then, maybe we have a shot at being friends.
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clenches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plently of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."
katniss and peeta don’t love each other, eh?
"The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind."