The Hunger Games - Katniss/Clove - Sharing warmth
Title: Sharing Warmth
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Pairing: Katniss/Clove
Wordcount: 238
Rating: G
Challenge: Drabbletag 5 - snow
Challenge: 100_women - blue
It is freezing cold in the arena. Katniss tries to keep herself warm by rubbing her arms, but it doesn’t help. She looks to the sky. When will it finally stop snowing? She knew it would be tough, but when she saw the forest, there was a little spark of hope in her.
But now it gets colder by the minute.
She sighs. Should she dare to start a fire? She takes a look around, knowing that the Careers are still out for her.
“I have to risk it or I’ll die from cold,” she says to herself and starts picking dry branches from the trees, also finding a dry spot under one of them. A few moments later a small fire warms her hands and she smiles.
Suddenly she startles as footsteps can be heard. Katniss takes her bow and gets ready to shoot, expecting everything … but not Clove from District 2, shivering from the cold, her lips already blue.
“Y-You- got a- fire?” she asks, her voice very weak.
Katniss doesn’t move, doesn’t lower the bow.
Clove’s eyes fill with tears as she stumbles closer. “Please,” she breathes, and Katniss knows it could be a mistake, but it’s not like her to let someone freeze to death.
They don’t speak a word as they share the warmth of the fire, slowly creeping closer to each other, until they also share the warmth of their bodies.
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Pairing: Katniss/Clove
Wordcount: 238
Rating: G
Challenge: Drabbletag 5 - snow
Challenge: 100_women - blue
It is freezing cold in the arena. Katniss tries to keep herself warm by rubbing her arms, but it doesn’t help. She looks to the sky. When will it finally stop snowing? She knew it would be tough, but when she saw the forest, there was a little spark of hope in her.
But now it gets colder by the minute.
She sighs. Should she dare to start a fire? She takes a look around, knowing that the Careers are still out for her.
“I have to risk it or I’ll die from cold,” she says to herself and starts picking dry branches from the trees, also finding a dry spot under one of them. A few moments later a small fire warms her hands and she smiles.
Suddenly she startles as footsteps can be heard. Katniss takes her bow and gets ready to shoot, expecting everything … but not Clove from District 2, shivering from the cold, her lips already blue.
“Y-You- got a- fire?” she asks, her voice very weak.
Katniss doesn’t move, doesn’t lower the bow.
Clove’s eyes fill with tears as she stumbles closer. “Please,” she breathes, and Katniss knows it could be a mistake, but it’s not like her to let someone freeze to death.
They don’t speak a word as they share the warmth of the fire, slowly creeping closer to each other, until they also share the warmth of their bodies.