#mr everdeen

What do you have there, Katniss?

I was so inspired by The Ones Who Break Us by @thesweetnessofspring that I immediately started drawing baby Katniss and the people who love her most in the world 💙 (baby Katniss does not appear in the fic: I am not a false advertiser)

I hope you enjoy this little family as much as I do

Hello, it’s Lynx and her endless obsession with Second Quarter Quell generation 🫡

It's this line that Snow says to Haymitch

“Bet I know a thing or two about your dove.”

“Like what?”

“Like she’s delightful to look at, swishes around in bright colors, and sings like a mockingjay. You love her. And oh, how she seems to love you. Except sometimes you wonder, because her plans don’t include you at all.”

"she's delightful to look at"

An image of a tiny Peeta, peering around his dad's legs (you only see his dad's legs - the focus is on Peeta's face) and he's looking over at a little girl up ahead who is giving her father a great big hug as they're being called into class. You can only see the girl profile, but she just EXUDES joy, looking up at her father - everyone else around is kind of blurred - but she's in perfect focus. Like color is emanating out from her smile.

"swishes around in bright colors"

young Peeta is sitting at his desk, gazing intently at the front of the classroom, where a young girl is being helped up onto a stool by a teacher.

she's wearing a clearly lovingly stitched plaid red dress. the red is the brightest color in the image.

her hair is tied in red ribbon braids. The ribbon is woven into the braids. The red of the ribbon is older, faded, more sedate than the dress - but it brings out the deep rich red.

the girl is looking up at her teacher, waiting for her cue to start.

"and sings like a mockingjay"

Young Peeta is leaning forward in his chair, eyes wide open, mouth slightly open - not a lot, only a little parted, almost as if he's forgotten to use the energy to keep his lips pressed together. outside of the window next to Peeta's desk, there is a bird and it's cocking it's head to the side, curiously.

"you love her"

young teen Peeta (15 or so) is once again peering past his father, who is at the backdoor of the shop making a trade with two young hunters. he's being as subtle as possible as he watches the transaction happen, from over his father's back.

(Katniss and Gale are in the foreground, you can only see their backs/side-profiles, Otho is leaning over to the counter on the side of the door to grab a couple of loaves of bread, Peeta is the camera focus of the picture, determinedly kneading on the center counter but flitting his gaze up to look over at the empty space his father has created)

"and, oh, how she seems to love you"

Peeta, waking up in the cave to find a needle in his leg. Katniss is laying next to him with blood flowing from her face.

his face is stricken, angry, shocked, awed, determined - a complicated, confusing mess

"except, sometimes you wonder"

Peeta is offering a bouquet of wildflowers to a shell-shocked Katniss along the train tracks.

Haymitch is in the background, approaching the two from the train. He hasn't quite reached them yet so the focus is on Peeta and Katniss, and Peeta's outstretched hand. you can see Haymitch approaching from over Peeta's forearm.

"because her plans don't include you at all"

Peeta is walking away from Katniss, his hands in his pockets and looking down.

and katniss calls out for her father, “where are you? where are you?”

"I guess Asterid has more substance than her pack of snooty town friends suggests. Besides, Burdock's nut about her, so I try to be nice though he's got about as much chance with her as a mockingjay with a swan.

Town girls don't marry Seam boys, not unless something really goes haywire."