‘Always.’ In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.

Even after Katniss gets shot on live television, she’s still thinking of Peeta. She’s always thinking of Peeta. (via frostingpeetaswounds)

More Everlark and Everthorne Thoughts


Ok, this post carries on from my last big Everlark and Everthorne post, which you can read here. This one is not quite as articulate or coherent, but it’s in response to some comments I had on the other, and a few more thoughts I had on the topic from the fandom in general.

It’s quite long, and just as a disclaimer, it’s mainly my opinion, as an Everlark shipper, and the evidence behind it. I definitely don’t mean to start any wars or arguments, I just have a lot of Hunger Games thoughts and feels, which I need to get out of my head! LOL!

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