❰ the voicemail comes in the middle of the night. she's not entirely sure how to work this thing, different as it is from the telephones in the victors' homes back in twelve, or she would've just called him directly. for now, this will have to do. ❱
Peeta? ❰ there's a pause, but not quite long enough to imply she expected some kind of answer. then she keeps going. ❱ The operator told me this was your number. It's lucky that you were the only Peeta in town, I still don't remember your last- ❰ her self-depreciating joke is interrupted by the revelation: ❱ Mellark. It's Mellark. And you're a baker, I've not tasted anything else like your bread.
❰ she realizes it's still not much. she also realizes she's - not necessarily rambling but the closest she ever really comes to it, into a message that peeta likely won't even find until morning.
so she'll get to the point. ❱
They gave me a house. L24, at the corner of town. Don't call back. I'd rather talk in person.
[ He rarely sleeps through the night. This time, it's a nightmare that he can't remember; it wakes him up before the sun's even close to rising, and he ends up waiting for it instead of trying to get back to sleep. By the time he listens to the message, it's barely past five.
Katniss. He knows who she is, obviously. He can remember being in class with her, their first kiss, the way she broke things off before school started back up. He remembers the way her world narrows when she nocks an arrow. What she sounds like when she screams, or cries, which isn't—
He doesn't really care if the memories are real. There are some he doesn't want, and getting a cryptic voicemail from Katniss in the middle of the night isn't making them any easier to ignore. He distracts himself until eight, which feels like a vaguely reasonable hour, and then he leaves for L24. It's half past when he raises a hand to knock. Peeta pauses just before he does, uncertain, and then he knocks twice. ]
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voicemail, backdated to like the 7th.
Peeta? ❰ there's a pause, but not quite long enough to imply she expected some kind of answer. then she keeps going. ❱ The operator told me this was your number. It's lucky that you were the only Peeta in town, I still don't remember your last- ❰ her self-depreciating joke is interrupted by the revelation: ❱ Mellark. It's Mellark. And you're a baker, I've not tasted anything else like your bread.
❰ she realizes it's still not much. she also realizes she's - not necessarily rambling but the closest she ever really comes to it, into a message that peeta likely won't even find until morning.
so she'll get to the point. ❱
They gave me a house. L24, at the corner of town. Don't call back. I'd rather talk in person.
❰ a beat, then the message ends. ❱
i win the slow tag race
Katniss. He knows who she is, obviously. He can remember being in class with her, their first kiss, the way she broke things off before school started back up. He remembers the way her world narrows when she nocks an arrow. What she sounds like when she screams, or cries, which isn't—
He doesn't really care if the memories are real. There are some he doesn't want, and getting a cryptic voicemail from Katniss in the middle of the night isn't making them any easier to ignore. He distracts himself until eight, which feels like a vaguely reasonable hour, and then he leaves for L24. It's half past when he raises a hand to knock. Peeta pauses just before he does, uncertain, and then he knocks twice. ]