No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss.
The girl who was on fire.
I watch his hands, his beautiful, capable fingers. Scarred, as mine were before the Capitol erased all marks from my skin, but strong and deft. Hands that have the power to mine coal but the precision to set a delicate snare. Hands I trust.
Man, I got all excited because they started releasing promotional images, but then I looked up the release date and Catching Fire isn’t coming out until November, dang. Oh well, here’s some ill-timed fanart.
(What they’re wearing is based on these costumes for the movie, but the characters themselves are obvs more of my own interpretation…)
At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.
if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones
because most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs