#reborninashes

[ still, being back here to make the arrangements for his mother's funeral is not why he wanted to return. ]

rory had called him in a panic. he didn't have any idea what to do... it wasn't something he had even thought about. two days before he called his older brother, his mother had been stricken with a fever. but that was it. suddenly, that was it. and their mother was gone.

so, gale had returned to twelve from two, taking leave for a couple of weeks to get everything straightened out and ensure his brothers and sister would be alright.

after they had settled on the arrangements, gale followed the pull of his heart out into the woods. he had no idea if he she even came out here anymore. [ why would she? ] but, if he did run into her here would be better than in town... still... he sort of didn't want to.

he knew she needed time and space;

goodbye gale.

she hadn't reached out. she wasn't ready. either way, there was no way he could ever forgive himself if he didn't come out here to their spot.

as he pushed the last of the full branches aside to reveal the spot that the pair had spent so many hours at together, dreaming, wishing, hoping, and then... the place where he alone had spent mourning, his heart stopped, right there in his chest. his breath was violently torn from his lungs, leaving him making some sort of choked gasp not unlike if he had been physically punched in the gut as his eyes betrayed him and tears slipped down scruffy cheeks.

"katniss..." he breathed, the only word that he could remember.

@reborninashes REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOoOoOOoooODDDD! (LITERALLY us and them 😌)

<p>Time was his biggest enemy then, second only to himself. Sat in an otherwise empty canteen, they were hopeless to request that he return home to his room met with a stern look and a mutter under his breath that he would remain rooted to that one particular spot until there was any news. In his chest, his heart pounded, every sound a reason for his head to lift but no one came. There was no news. Nothing changed. Whether they made it out alive or not… he wouldn’t know until the sound of aircraft returned to District 13… <em>or it didn’t</em>. </p> <p>Gale was there with her— he tried to swallow down the bitter taste in the back of his throat but it repeated. If she died, he wouldn’t get to see her one last time. But she would see Gale. Closing his eyes didn’t help because it was all eh could see, the worst of things happening, so he pushed his palms against his lids and hoped the pressure would erase the image. </p> <p>It happened all at once. The noise. Boots on the ground. Shouting down the tunnel. Peeta was off, fast as he could on his one good leg and his one replacement, shooting out into the hallway and crashing into a civilian. “Sorry, so sorry,” and he pushed passed. </p> <p>"Where <em><strong>is</strong></em> she?” He asked to anyone. </p> <p>"Where’s Katniss!? Is she okay… where is she?" </p> <p>Haymitch was up ahead and Peeta grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. “Did they get her?” </p> <p><em>Yes.</em></p> <p>Yes. They did. Success. She was in the medical wing to be looked over and without hearing anything else he was off again, a marathon that wouldn’t end until he found her. 

Time was his biggest enemy then, second only to himself. Sat in an otherwise empty canteen, they were hopeless to request that he return home to his room met with a stern look and a mutter under his breath that he would remain rooted to that one particular spot until there was any news. In his chest, his heart pounded, every sound a reason for his head to lift but no one came. There was no news. Nothing changed. Whether they made it out alive or not… he wouldn’t know until the sound of aircraft returned to District 13… or it didn’t. 

Gale was there with her— he tried to swallow down the bitter taste in the back of his throat but it repeated. If she died, he wouldn’t get to see her one last time. But she would see Gale. Closing his eyes didn’t help because it was all eh could see, the worst of things happening, so he pushed his palms against his lids and hoped the pressure would erase the image. 

It happened all at once. The noise. Boots on the ground. Shouting down the tunnel. Peeta was off, fast as he could on his one good leg and his one replacement, shooting out into the hallway and crashing into a civilian. “Sorry, so sorry,” and he pushed passed. 

"Where is she?” He asked to anyone. 

"Where’s Katniss!? Is she okay… where is she?" 

Haymitch was up ahead and Peeta grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. “Did they get her?” 

Yes.

Yes. They did. Success. She was in the medical wing to be looked over and without hearing anything else he was off again, a marathon that wouldn’t end until he found her. 

headcanons ;; { accepting }

↳ ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike

Given his background and what he's had to do since winning, Finnick learned quickly to curb any hint of a reactive nature. Even when he feels an initial emotional response at that end of the spectrum -- anger, frustration, dislike, even hatred -- he suppresses it. Through his experiences, he has learned that hostility is too destructive a response to be useful. He doesn't gain anything -- especially safety. Anger makes you sloppy; you're not in control when your emotions take over, and control is everything.

This has, unfortunately, warped his sense of anger -- when it is necessary, when it is deserved, when he's allowed to express it. At this point, he's so practiced at channeling anger into other emotions that he does it naturally. And when he does feel it, it is never unaccompanied by guilt. It taints his feelings and memories regarding those he's been with in the Capitol, and that lends itself to a spiral of confusion and guilt that he largely avoids thinking about. 

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