eleven tests | dicated

[valuedstrength]

[ (Broken) filter to Peeta Mellark ]

I finally finished it; the painting. I don't know if you can still remember this wherever you are, but I said I'd make sure they remember Rue. I was going to surprise you with it. Katniss too. I guess I can still surprise her, but it might upset her too... She's been taking you going home really hard. Not that I don't care. It's the opposite, in fact.

I just... I guess I'm not very good at wearing that part of my heart on my sleeve. I always respected that about you. When something really hurt you, you just let it out, and it was over with. Like when we first met in the kitchen with Bucky. You were hurting then, but you weren't ashamed of it.

... I'm rambling now, aren't I? [He laughs quietly.] I just wanted to keep you posted. If you're back home Peeta, I hope you found a way to be okay and that you're safe. If you're still here somewhere... I hope you're with Bucky. He'll take good care of you. [A beat.] Tell him I say hi... and that he's still a jerk.

[Since he can't bring himself to say goodbye, Steve will end it there.]

Comments

/written

[fanstheflame]

[the breath goes out of him in a rush. he knew that with the journals "malfunctioning" like this, he was bound to see all sorts of things that would make his heart hurt, but ... somehow, this wasn't anything he had been expecting to see. he'd thought that he and Katniss were the only ones who still thought about her, their little flower girl who wasn't afraid of much at all and loved to climb trees and learn all she could about the world...

the grief that washes over him is fresh, and he knows that it must be for this guy, too, especially since he clearly knows what she went back to. he can't bring himself to speak: it doesn't seem like it would be right. instead, he writes, carefully]

You painted Rue?

/written

[valuedstrength]

[For a second he's hopeful that maybe against all odds he reached Peeta. The writing isn't the same though. This message didn't stay private any more than the others. He doesn't really care. This isn't anything he's ashamed of saying.

Steve writes back.]

I did. Do you want to see it?

[fanstheflame]

I'd like that, yes. I didn't know her personally before we were here, but ... we were both from Panem.

[and if this guy knew Peeta, Gale figures that he'll know what that means. that he may not have known her, but he still had to watch her die]

[valuedstrength]

[He can read between the lines. 'I'm sorry' wouldn't even begin to cover it. He hates the things Panem has put them all through.]

Whenever you want. It's at the Galley.

[fanstheflame]

The one in town? I think I've passed by it once or twice, but I've never been in.

dictated

[polar]

Hey, uh... sorry.

dictated

[valuedstrength]

It's okay. Everyone has to go at some point.

[hard_talker]

... I didn't know you knew her, too.

[valuedstrength]

Yeah... it wasn't for very long. We ended up in the same family when we were all at the lake. She was a really good kid.

[hard_talker]

She was, yeah. She loved to read - when she was stuck in the clinic, after she first got here? I brought her a great big canvas bag fulla my favorite books from when I was her age.

She went through 'em all in like, a week.

[valuedstrength]

No kidding? That's pretty impressive. [He laughs.] You know I should have guessed you'd be the type of guy to find a way to keep a sick kid occupied for a week.

[Which is to say it's taking careful note of the fact that despite Mark's rants and raves there might be just be a softie underneath it all.]

[hard_talker]

Hey, when you've been that sick kid, you know what works. [he snickers] I remember when I got the chicken pox? After I read every single Bruce Coville book the library had, my mom let me draw all over one wall of my room.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Gently]

Friends of yours?

[valuedstrength]

Yeah... they all are.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Then I'm sorry. It's never easy to lose people.

[valuedstrength]

No, but it happens. I'll be okay. [He really doesn't know how to stop putting on a brave face for everything.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny understands that deal, only too well. Hide all the hurt away so one one can ever, ever see it]

Still. You know where I am if you need me.

Written for now

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine had already noticed that the filters weren't working. So Dairine mentally braced herself to see some embarrassing tmi stuff before opening the journal. She had not prepared herself for this.

Dairine's heart lodges in her throat, as the grief she's been holding off comes rushing back. Rue, Bucky, Peeta... All the people she cared for and never got to say goodbye. She hasn't written to Peeta yet. Or Alan.

...Maybe later. For now, Dairine picks up a pen and writes, not trusting her voice.]

He'll never not be a jerk.

he'll be writing back for now too

[valuedstrength]

You got that right. I don't think I'd have him any other way.

yay pen pals

[wizard_redfive]

He just wouldn't be Bucky otherwise.

[valuedstrength]

Nope. If he came back here and wanted to change, I can't say I'd fight him on it. [He's just be too happy to have him back. :(]

[peacockherald]

It's all right. We all miss him.

_{[ Peeta had been his student, and he had enjoyed the experience, even though he usually refrained from it in his own world.]}

[valuedstrength]

Thank you. He is a really great guy.

[peacockherald]

Yes, and a good student. He was tenacious, that was for sure, and Yfandes enjoyed his treats.

[valuedstrength]

Yfandes? Who's that?