-Like a Sunset-

    “At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again.

    "Your favorite colour . . . it's green?"

    "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."

    "Orange?" He seems unconvinced.

    "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say.

    "At least, that's what you told me once."

    "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset,

    then nods his head. "Thank you."

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    Kind of a redraw of an older piece. I originally did this in very cold, chilly, colors, but then I realized that I almost always draw Peeta in those colors and wanted to give him a little warmth this time. 

art (c) me
writing, Peeta (c) Suzanne Collins