#glad we're all feeling angry about ids today together

[army-of-bee-assassins]

it's been said before and i'll say it again: image descriptions are not meant to be added later by other people. they are meant to be written by op and included within the op.

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

about those writing requests... id love to read more about your take on peeta and annie!!

Hi anon! I'm not sure if you've read my story Paint a Picture, but it focuses on Peeta and Annie, so you might like to check it out if you haven't already. If you have, here's a little Peeta and Annie drabble for you. This takes place in District 13, after they've been rescued from the Capitol together. <3

Annie wasn't sure what provoked this decision.

It was a bad idea. The doctors had told her several times over that Peeta was unstable, that he wasn't the same Peeta they'd known. She just couldn't wrap her head around the concept. How could somebody's entire identity just be gone? Wiped away in the blink of an eye?

She wouldn't believe it until she'd seen it for herself.

Finnick was training today, so she was left alone. Her 'mentally disoriented' hospital bracelet still sat on her wrist, excluding her from any work requirements. Usually, she found the lack of expectations almost boring, but today, she was glad for the time to speak to Peeta.

If that was even possible.

Her hand slowly moved to open his door, eyes scanning for any guards around. The door was locked, of course, but Prim Everdeen had let Annie borrow her key card, so she was able to get into the room without much difficulty.

Seeing Peeta was alarming.

Restraints bound his wrists and ankles to the bed. He was pulling at them weakly every so often, as if he wanted to be released but didn't have the energy to fully commit to fighting for it. Annie knew the feeling. Aside from that, he mainly looked tired and sad. Not angry.

Although, if their time in the Capitol was any indication, that could change quickly.

"Hi, Peeta," she said softly, almost a whisper.

Peeta sat up slowly, eyes focused on her. "Annie. You're not supposed to be in here." His voice was hoarse, probably from screaming. "I'm dangerous. Haven't the doctors told you that?"

She shrugged. "They have. But I wanted to see you."

He narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"I don't know if you remember," she began slowly, shifting uneasily on her feet, "but we were in the Capitol together. We, uh," her throat constricted even talking about it. "We were friends."

"Friends," Peeta echoed, almost like he didn't believe it. His eyes glazed over slightly. "In the Capitol, you said?"

"Yes. We talked." It was hard to describe the bond that had formed in those torturous weeks. Technically speaking, they had done nothing more than talk. They couldn't even see each other because of the way their cells were positioned. And although Annie couldn't explain it, it had felt like so much more. It still did. She only hoped that Peeta could remember.

Peeta was silent for a disturbingly long time. "We talked about my art," he said eventually, brows furrowed in concentration. "And you told me about District Four."

Annie grinned. "Yes. You said you'd only been to the ocean once, but you wanted to go back."

"I remember," he said at last, the slightest beginnings of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll take you there, when all of this is over," she promised, before she could even think about what that would mean. "I promise. Once we both recover and we're all free to leave, I'll show you the ocean."

Peeta looked more alive than she'd seen him in weeks. His tired, drawn face looked younger at the mere prospect of future hope. "I'm holding you to that. And I'll take you to Twelve, too. You can see the forest."

"I'd love that," she replied softly, hands fiddling with strands of her long hair. Peeta sent her another smile and leaned back into his pillows, and Annie got the message. She said goodbye before leaving the room, closing the door as quietly as possible.

Despite the tragedy that surrounded them, she couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope. If Peeta could smile after everything that had been done to him, then surely she could, too.