yeah it's all messed up when it's nowhere to go

[periculis]

Who: Katniss Everdeen & Cinna
What: All of the feels! ALL OF IT.
When: After her unsupervised visit with hijacked!Peeta
Where: Cinna's room
Rating: PG


Cinna had seen Katniss earlier during the day, and she was rather quiet aside from a few words. He did not want to be too overbearing — aka not Haymitch — so he gave her as much space as she needed.

Then she seemed to just up and go suddenly. Clearly something developed, but he did not want to stop her to question it. He knew her mind was focused on Peeta right now, and his mind was focused on her well-being and her not driving herself nuts with Peeta's current situation.

The stylist made sure to leave his door unlocked and relaxed in the living room, drafting up various outfits and accessories to keep himself busy. He had the journal open nearby, waiting to hear back from Finnick or Haymitch as to their current whereabouts. He also had it open in case anything arose with the others.

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[accidentalrebellion]

Her feet had carried her here, blindly, treading the steps on their own as if she were doing it in her sleep.

After what had just happened, whatever it had been, she couldn't even spare the two or three seconds of thought that it would have taken to pay attention to where she was going. The jumbled, unrecognizable mess of thoughts and emotions, the pressure in her chest that made it hard to breathe, wouldn't let her. Any small amount of focus she could muster had been lost forever, left behind in that room with Peeta. Or that... cold shell that looked like Peeta. It was hard to tell anymore.

By the time she arrived, or, rather, skidded to a halt in front of Cinna's door, she was practically panting. She'd bolted from that room at a full-scale run, after all, whether or not she'd been aware of just how fast she was going or how hard her feet were hitting the floor.

awwww yeah

[periculis]

Cinna is up off of the couch as Katniss unknowingly pulls up in front of his room's door. The journal is quiet, for the most part, but quietness does not always mean everything is okay. If anything, quietness is a deadly thing right about now.

The stylist could only hope that Katniss is okay, at least physically. Emotionally, she would be a wreck, which is hard to avoid. Her emotions definitely determined her actions a majority of the time.

He moves around to the entrance foyer, going for his jacket in search of a flower he has picked up from the grounds earlier during the day. Ah, yes, here it is. He means to turn and head back to the living room, but instead he finds himself opening the front door, instead, dark eyes landing on the dark-haired girl in front of him.

"Katniss."