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ourshinycity) wrote2011-09-30 06:10 pm
ourshinycity) wrote2011-09-30 06:10 pm
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It was sunset.
Peeta had been up since before dawn and yet here he was, standing on the beach as the sunset against the water. He had an easel set up in front of him, a collection of paints next to him in the sand. There was a thoughtful expression on his face as he considered the scene in front of him. His fingers were covered in a mix of flour and paint, but he paid no attention to it. Tucking his paintbrush behind his ear, he dabbed an index finger into the paint and sketched a muddled line across the canvas, adding to the half-started scene that was already there.
He took a step back, considering his work. There was something missing even if he couldn't place his finger on what. Sighing softly he ran a hand absently through his hair, leaving faint streaks of blue behind as he looked around. Spotting someone else on the beach, he smiled and raised his hand in greeting.
"Enjoying the sunset?"
Peeta had been up since before dawn and yet here he was, standing on the beach as the sunset against the water. He had an easel set up in front of him, a collection of paints next to him in the sand. There was a thoughtful expression on his face as he considered the scene in front of him. His fingers were covered in a mix of flour and paint, but he paid no attention to it. Tucking his paintbrush behind his ear, he dabbed an index finger into the paint and sketched a muddled line across the canvas, adding to the half-started scene that was already there.
He took a step back, considering his work. There was something missing even if he couldn't place his finger on what. Sighing softly he ran a hand absently through his hair, leaving faint streaks of blue behind as he looked around. Spotting someone else on the beach, he smiled and raised his hand in greeting.
"Enjoying the sunset?"