⋆ d e l l y ⋆

             ||   I KNOW YOU’LL TRY YOUR BEST. I TRUST YOU.   ||       He is emotionally joltedwith her words; bold statements such as       this are simply not said to him anymore,      as the band around his        bruised wrist reads [ UNSTABLE ] and supervision is required even       in the least susceptible of situations. No one trusts him & he trusts       no one in return; caught in the ebb and flow of memories, too often       is Peeta swept away & left to DROWN in his own memories of blood       & begging & horror ——  Delly’s gentleness, her voice reminiscent of        the home he’s lost, it all capsizes his fragility and Peeta finds himself       splintering ; the tears prick hollow eyes before he can stop himself. 

      ❝ —— Okay. Okay, I — promise. I’ll try my best, Delly. ❞ His lip, still       tattered with scars and splits, begins to quiver,   so Peeta furiously       wipes his cheeks.            Do your best. Do your best. Do your best. 

         ❝ Don't be upset ! ❞

             A compassionate soul, the blonde - haired girl is quick to catch sight              of the thin film of dampness that threatens to spill from his eyes ---              what did she say wrong ? Every subject, she has learned, is to be               tread carefully, the slightest of triggers able to set him off at a              moment's notice. Oh lord, he looks like he needs a hug. Would a               hug be a bad idea to try with his mental and emotional state seeming              to falter ?

         ❝ you’re the one who totally got caught in the                mop closet, huh?  you know there are tales                about the girl who got lost there now. ❞

         Familiarity is spilled in their interaction ; ; her voice rings of          memories untampered & Peeta finds rarity in cautious trust          he has since found in Delly.    Exhausted mind perks at the          prospect she presents — countenance tilts, eyes flickering.          ❝ —— Really?        A sketchbook would … help.        Maybe.           Mm, nothing really helps, but it might —— might make things          easier.  ____________ Delly, if you mean to make me promise          not to attempt murder with the PENCIL, I can — do my best. ❞

         ❝ It's worth a try, I think ! Can't be any harm in giving it a shot,             as long as you keep on your very, very best behaviour. Pinky             swear it, Peeta --- that you'll only use the pencil for drawing.             Or writing, I'll allow writing too. I know you'll try your best. I             trust you. ❞

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