I never meant to start a war

[peeta_bread]

Date & Time: 12/12
Location: Michigan State University, USA
Characters: Katniss Everdeen (resolve)and Peeta Mellark (peeta_bread)
Summary: MISSION. poor Herbert Schnippleschneizer.
Warnings: maybe ptsd, nightmares, talk of gore and violence. idk we'll see how the nightmares part goes.

[Starters will be in the comments. I didn't use wrecking ball lyrics shhh]

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YEAH I JUST CLOSED MY EYES AND SWUNG

[resolve]

She'd predicted that this would be a sleepless night. Reality, thus far, has lived up to the prediction.

Her eyes haven't even closed for a second, but she hasn't wanted to climb down from her bunk and walk out into the hall in fear of disturbing Peeta across the (tiny) room. (She can hardly ask him to come sleep with her, like he did those nights on the train and before the Quell; maybe some weight has been lifted from her shoulders, and with it some of the difficulty between them, but she's still far from being in a position that merits something that selfish.) Instead, her eyes have been left to memorize every detail she can make out in the ceiling above her. There are a couple of small cracks, some -

She tenses when she hears him call her name in his sleep.

He's been able to talk her down from a nightmare, to comfort her, so many times, but right now, she has no idea what to do. Shame burns hot, and twists something in her stomach. Her muscles, though, only remain as frozen as ever, and for the moment, she's paralyzed.

ALL YOU EVER DID WAS WRECK ME

[peeta_bread]

Peeta's starting to thrash and get louder, kicking the wall beside his bed.

"Katniss! Help, please! Don't leave me with them, please!"

don't you ever say i just walked awaaaay okay my lyrics are officially all over the place

[resolve]

It's agony, listening to this. Helpless to do anything about it. She doesn't have to stretch to imagine things he could possibly be dreaming about; the images that readily come to mind are some of the same ones that have haunted her ceaselessly, both in her nightmares and waking hours. Horrors, new forms of torture, all because of her. With every second that ticks by (tick, tock, tick, tock), the agony only grows, until she's unable to stand it anymore. Just like that, her muscles unfreeze, and she's scrambling to peel the covers away from her and make it to the ladder.

Is it a selfless act, to try, in whatever way she can, to pull him out of this nightmare? Or is it selfish, an effort only meant to assuage her own distress? She doesn't know, and the uncertainty only causes her to, once again, become disgusted with herself. But either way, once her feet hit the floor, she's by his side in an instant.

"Peeta." After a struggle (a thrashing target isn't exactly easy to hone in on), she grabs onto his shoulder and gives it a good shake. Like the sweet, delicate person she is, she's completely gentle about this. Her voice becomes more insistent, more urgent. "Peeta. Wake up."