Everlark

Happy Valentine from Everlark!!💚🧡

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I cover my face with my arms because this isn’t happening. It isn’t possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one could do that.

“But you can reverse it, right?” asks Prim.

“Um . . . very little data on that,” says Plutarch. “None, really. If hijacking rehabilitation has been attempted before, we have no access to those records.”

“And eventually his lips…”

“I tasted a world where Peeta was taken from me, just for a moment when I ran toward the hob fire, when I thought he was lost to the flames. That brief window into a life where he is shattered and snuffed out was just as unbearable and sickening as I know my mother’s world was in the days and months after my father vanished below ground. I already need him. My sanity is tethered to his heartbeat. So why not have him since he’s whole and healthy and mine? Why deny us this marvel? Peeta’s hand moves to caress the back of my neck and cradle my jaw as he kisses me. Then, instead of pushing me against the wall like I expect him to, his hands land on my waist and pull me into him instead so that all I have left touching brick are my shoulder blades. The button of his pants nudges against my stomach and I sigh into his mouth.” Uncross Our Stars - Chapter 14

We're in between two clothes lines and it's like being hidden away in a fabric world with wet clothes and blankets for walls. He's beaming as he grasps at me, fumbling for some combination of a tickle and a grapple. I should continue to fight him off, but I'm in his arms and the breeze is delicious and the sun is warm, so instead I kiss him, hard and firm. I miss his mouth and land on a dimple but I correct it, sucking on his bottom lip for a moment, then letting go. The current that runs through me prickles my skin and catches my breath, but at least I saw it coming. Peeta can only blink at me, dazed by the unexpected heat of what I just did, with a slack jawed expression that makes me laugh. I think I like effecting him like that, kissing him stupid. I do it one more time, softer than before, a gentle brush of my lips over his just to see if there's a difference. He leans into me this time, gripping my waist with both hands and savoring whatever I give him.

Doctors in sterile white, masked and gloved, already prepped to operate, go into action. Peeta’s so pale and still on a silver table, tubes and wires springing out of him every which way, and for a moment I forget we’re out of the Games and I see the doctors as just one more threat, one more pack of mutts designed to kill him. Petrified, I lunge for him, but I’m caught and thrust back into another room, and a glass door seals between us. I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. 

Through the glass, I see the doctors working feverishly on Peeta, their brows creased in concentration. I see the flow of liquids, pumping through the tubes, watch a wall of dials and lights that mean nothing to me. I’m not sure, but I think his heart stops twice. […]

The next thing I know we’ve landed back on the roof of the Training Center and they’re taking Peeta but leaving me behind the door. I start hurling myself against the glass, shrieking and I think I just catch a glimpse of pink hair  -  it must be Effie, it has to be Effie coming to my rescue  -  when the needle jabs me from behind.

yeah I'll just leave this here 🐤