In the Elysian Fields Six Sentence Sunday
Yes, I’m back! Still taking it a day at a time, but I wanted to give you guys this little snippet just to let you know I’m still writing :p Thank you for all the support you have given me in my most difficult time. Love you all!
*banner by Ro Nordmann
He had asked me to be his queen.
His equal in the rule of the vast underworld.
I looked at Peeta’s hopeful eyes. I was still weak from what he had done to me. The pleasure, the rhythmic splendor, still thrummed in my blood.
He held my hand close to his lips and I brushed my thumb across his cheek, mesmerized by the smoothness.
The request had been laid at my feet. Never did I dream I would reach this, when I volunteered for my sister, when I contemplated my death. But I also never did dream I would get what I shared with Peeta. That I would also come to love him, as deeply as I knew he loved me.
So before he withdrew, before the shadows of disappointment and hurt could cross his blue eyes, I gave him my answer.
And it was easy, it was liberating. One word. The truth.
“Yes,” I said.