[A sigh. Someone’s walking through the woods, but quietly. The tread of a skilled hunter. Even his words are hushed. .]
The woods aren’t the same without my Katniss. Almost forgot what it was like to hunt alone. And while I’m out here snapping up rabbits she’s... she’s what? Risking her life to entertain those freaks at the Capitol? No, not even that. Only one victor ever comes out of those Games. They might as well just be condemning her to a slow torturous death.
What am I saying? If anyone can get out of those games, she can. Guess I should be thankful Peeta even feels something for her. I know he’ll look out for her and in the end, she’ll be the one to survive.
Great Gale, is this what it’s come down to? Ranting to yourself? Nobody else to listen to you, huh? Well, even if she can’t hear me, can’t even see me, I hope she knows how much I miss those swift arrows of hers.
Catnip, I’m waiting for you.
Third Person:
Words could not really describe how Gale was feeling right now. It was a long time ago since he realised he had feelings for Katniss. A long time ago since he had realised that he minded when someone else gave her all the affection and when she gave them her attention. Ever since she’d left for the Games, he had felt like a part of him had been torn away. It was the Capitol’s fault of course, and he would never forgive them for that.
But now there was something else to compete with... A fiery, hateful feeling that he realised was jealousy. Jealousy at every image that was shown of her and this Peeta holding hands, murmuring sweet nothing’s and kissing... kissing on the lips. Numerous times. Gale knew Katniss had a reason for this... for why she had to show so much affection in public and why she never showed anything like it around him. He knew Katniss and this wasn’t usual for her. But then why did he feel like being so selfish? Just scooping her up and taking her away? Perhaps envy was a better word to use.
Whatever the reason, it was something he would just have to deal with while she was gone. And when she returned, he knew he would get answers. He would never push Katniss into a relationship she was unhappy with. It was her decision and her decision alone. If she really wanted Peeta and not him, well, he’d just have to live with that.
The first thing he needed was distraction, and it wasn’t hard to find that in District Twelve. Not when he had two hungry families to feed and take care of now. So despite his drifting thoughts he hunted every Sunday as they had before. Ate the blackberries they had found prior to the games. Practiced his shooting, even though he knew he would never be quite as good as Katniss.
And all the while, he just hoped and prayed that the girl that haunted him was still alive.
Gale 5/5
[Accidental Video]
[A sigh. Someone’s walking through the woods, but quietly. The tread of a skilled hunter. Even his words are hushed. .]
The woods aren’t the same without my Katniss. Almost forgot what it was like to hunt alone. And while I’m out here snapping up rabbits she’s... she’s what? Risking her life to entertain those freaks at the Capitol? No, not even that. Only one victor ever comes out of those Games. They might as well just be condemning her to a slow torturous death.
What am I saying? If anyone can get out of those games, she can. Guess I should be thankful Peeta even feels something for her. I know he’ll look out for her and in the end, she’ll be the one to survive.
Great Gale, is this what it’s come down to? Ranting to yourself? Nobody else to listen to you, huh? Well, even if she can’t hear me, can’t even see me, I hope she knows how much I miss those swift arrows of hers.
Catnip, I’m waiting for you.
Third Person:
Words could not really describe how Gale was feeling right now. It was a long time ago since he realised he had feelings for Katniss. A long time ago since he had realised that he minded when someone else gave her all the affection and when she gave them her attention. Ever since she’d left for the Games, he had felt like a part of him had been torn away. It was the Capitol’s fault of course, and he would never forgive them for that.
But now there was something else to compete with... A fiery, hateful feeling that he realised was jealousy. Jealousy at every image that was shown of her and this Peeta holding hands, murmuring sweet nothing’s and kissing... kissing on the lips. Numerous times. Gale knew Katniss had a reason for this... for why she had to show so much affection in public and why she never showed anything like it around him. He knew Katniss and this wasn’t usual for her. But then why did he feel like being so selfish? Just scooping her up and taking her away? Perhaps envy was a better word to use.
Whatever the reason, it was something he would just have to deal with while she was gone. And when she returned, he knew he would get answers. He would never push Katniss into a relationship she was unhappy with. It was her decision and her decision alone. If she really wanted Peeta and not him, well, he’d just have to live with that.
The first thing he needed was distraction, and it wasn’t hard to find that in District Twelve. Not when he had two hungry families to feed and take care of now. So despite his drifting thoughts he hunted every Sunday as they had before. Ate the blackberries they had found prior to the games. Practiced his shooting, even though he knew he would never be quite as good as Katniss.
And all the while, he just hoped and prayed that the girl that haunted him was still alive.