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Sansa did not know what to do with herself. It was a problem that she hadn't anticipated, because she had not expected her reaction when she'd been talking to Steve. Too many emotions, when he'd told her that Tyrion was either gone or close to it; and then she had started crying without even meaning to, and Sansa was not so much of a weeping woman. Not any longer. Not since Robb had been killed.

She did not wish to go back to her rooms, to the reminder that she was by and large alone here; she did not wish to see anyone, to have Klaus ask after Star, to have to put on a front for anyone, to be anyone. To be Alayne or Sansa - not her own self, but the polite, gathered woman who was both quiet and carried with her a certain gravitas. No, she just wanted to be Sansa, but she did not know if she knew who Sansa was, any long. How to be herself.

She was sitting in one of the fourth floor meeting areas, and she was largely staring at nothing - just trying to sort through her own thoughts and emotions, her eyes red-rimmed from where she'd randomly burst into tears. Her hands were knit in her lap, rubbing her hands in an entirely nervous gesture-- the skin reddened, and she was thankful that she was alone until she heard footsteps, pushing herself abruptly to her feet, reaching up to smooth her hair before Peeta rounded the corner into the alcove.

When she realised it was him, she exhaled slowly, and smiled, and she looked normal, because even when she was lost (especially, perhaps) she could pull up how she should be, and act very, very well.

Date: 2012-10-19 08:49 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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Peeta had hoped to find a quiet place to work on his drawing without any distraction and is almost disappointed that this room didn't seem to be empty. When he sees that it's Sansa, though, he manages a smile in spite of that disappointment; if he has to have company, she is good company.

"Hi. Do you mind if I join you for a little while? I wanted to practice portraits again and it's easier to draw things I'm not used to if it's quiet and I can concentrate."

Date: 2012-10-20 09:31 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"Klaus has been teaching me how to do my figures better," Peeta says, brightening a little at the mention. "He's a lot better at people than I am. I'm much better at landscapes." He's been doing portraits of Lady Grantham but he thinks that Sansa might be a better subject sometime. It wouldn't hurt to ask, anyway.

"You could stay, though, and pose for me so I can practice?"

Date: 2012-10-21 05:07 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"Anywhere that's comfortable for you," Peeta says, giving her a reassuring smile. "I really would rather it look sort of natural, you know? So just pretend like I'm not drawing you and we're just talking like we usually would."

Posed portraits have their place, yes, but that's just not what Peeta wants to do. He's always had more of an appreciation for the natural and the artfully messy, so he'd rather draw Sansa and catch her in a moment that's real than something posed and Capitol-esque.

Date: 2012-10-21 05:38 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"Yes. It's...kind of what we're used to," Peeta admits, sketching rough lines of Sansa's profile to start the portrait.

"I don't think anyone should be used to that but that's similar to what they did to us in the Capitol, so I didn't panic or anything."
Edited Date: 2012-10-21 02:36 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-10-29 04:44 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"I had brothers," Peeta says, and it's strange how those memories have seemed to fade. He's never really felt close to his family other than his father and now that he's been to the Capitol twice, he doesn't really feel a connection with District 12 anymore. Not the way Katniss does.

"My family didn't think I would survive, you know. My mother thought I was weak. Guess I proved her wrong, ending up here?"

Date: 2012-10-31 11:57 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"I'm glad you're here too."

There's something that bothers him about what she started to say and didn't so Peeta tips his head and works on shading in the rough outline he's started of her face and shoulders. "So what were you? Your father was the King's Hand and you were...?"

Date: 2012-11-03 01:56 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"Circumstances change people," Peeta says generously. "And if you've never been tested, why would you be anything but naive and selfish? I'm sure I was too, even if it wasn't in the same ways."

He's always had a big heart, true, but before the Capitol, he used to trust and love easier than he did now. Trusting had gotten him into trouble.

Date: 2012-11-03 07:00 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"Sometimes. I used to decorate cakes in my father's bakery," Peeta explains. "And uh...when I got sent to the Games, I painted myself up so I looked like rocks and leaves and nobody could find me. I'm just now learning how to do faces and things other than flowers. It's kind of a learning curve."

Steep one, yes, but rewarding. "Did you draw? Or did you do something else?"

Date: 2012-11-04 04:59 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"Where I'm from, children are pledged as tributes to the Capitol and have to fight in the Games. It's always best to be able to hide for as long as possible," Peeta explains carefully. It's something he doesn't mind talking about to the extent that it's made him who he is but it's always a little unpleasant to bring up those memories.

"I came from one of them when I showed up here."

Date: 2012-11-05 01:37 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"Katniss has experience. She's a hunter," Peeta explains, a smile touching his lips at the mention of her. He's always thought Katniss was this fierce, amazing person and a lot stronger than he ever had to be.

"I was just lucky. I'm not good at fighting the way she is, I'm better with people. We work better together than we do apart."

Date: 2012-11-08 05:10 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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"Maybe you won't be for long," Peeta says, hopeful on that front. "Maybe one of your brothers will show? There has to be someone you want to be here and I hope that person shows up."

He thinks it's probably good that one of the things the Capitol has never been able to destroy in him is his faith in people, his faith that some people can still be good.

Date: 2012-11-12 02:25 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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Peeta isn't really sure what to say to that so, instead, he turns his drawing so that she might be able to see it. It's nowhere near finished, but there's enough there that she can see his progress and make out the lines.

"Do you like it? I could finish it for you and let you have it, if you wanted."

Date: 2012-11-13 05:59 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] notjustapiece
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Peeta softens his voice a little. "I want you to have it, Sansa, because I like doing nice things for my friends. It doens't do me any good just collecting dust and it's something pretty that might make you happy. That's more than enough to make my decision for me."

Maybe he's overstepping a little, calling her a friend, but Peeta likes her and feels strangely protective of her, even if she might not need it or ask for it.

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