ourshinycity: (steady your boats)
Peeta Mellark ([personal profile] 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?"
notverywise: (don't think I can be anything but me)

[personal profile] notverywise 2011-10-01 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Although her feelings on Tabula Rasa are still contradictory at best, Jenny couldn't deny even if she wanted to that the scenery is beautiful. In fact, that seems, at times, to be this place's saving grace — that, of course, and the fact that what she did hasn't followed her here, except sometimes it feels like it has, so that doesn't really count. Now, though it's getting late and there are probably any number of other things she could be doing, homework for the classes she's signed up for included, she can't bring herself to leave the beach, where she's spent the better part of the afternoon. Sunsets never looked like this back in Twickenham. It has a way of making her feel lucky to be here after all.

Sandals dangling from one hand, a cardigan pulled over the swimsuit she has on, she keeps her gaze turned out towards the shore as she walks. That is, until a familiar voice stops her. Turning in Peeta's direction, she smiles, nodding in response. "It's lovely," she says, chin lifting out of curiosity as she heads a little closer. "So is this. I didn't know you painted."