leaveatrail:

“Your favorite color… it’s green?” “That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And your’s is orange.”“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.”Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then he nods his head. “Thank you.” But more words tumble out. “You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.” Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

- Katniss & Peeta {Mockingjay}

mellarkia:

How exactly did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?