Katniss Everdeen Drawings Novels & Stories

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

I picked up the next drawing, and paused. It was a messy picture of a woman wearing glasses. I blinked, then raised an eyebrow, pointing to myself. “Is… is that me?” Hannah nodded quickly, her fingers twisting together. “Y-yes,” she said nervously. “Is it good?” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “Yes. It’s perfect.” She smiled, clearly relieved, her body relaxing against mine. I continued flipping through the drawings, my smile still lingering, until I reached the last one. My hands stilled as I looked at the drawing of four people.

"Fuck, after that last one, I'll happily let you draw a pretty picture on my face." The girls smiled brightly and made their way to our side of the table. Brian gave each of them a black marker and flipped a timer. Hycinth was still wearing her heels, making it easier for her to reach me. I felt her draw quick lines on my cheeks and above my eyebrows, before drawing a circle on my nose and filling it in. "Times up!" Brian called out. "What did you draw?" I asked curiously, although I had an idea. She smirked, "You make an adorable pussy...cat."

"Th-Thank you, Kendrick." He nodded and backed away to eat his own meal away from her. As Twillow knelt and picked pieces off of the large portion, she pondered the writings. The illustration was repulsive and inaccurate save for the colors and the height proportions it depicted. Kendrick didn't look like that. Whomever drew it had obviously never seen Kendrick...or was merely embellishing the horror factor.

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

Another light flashed and another row of canvasses made appearance. Those are mine too. It was in my primary school,I drew some of them for my friends and a lot for Cayden since he never approved me as an artist. I drew more to prove him wrong. Another light and there is another row. Those are all the sketches from my highschool. There is my school, the man I hate the most with two horns, my favourite teacher, my favourite food and my crescent locket which is a birthday present from Cayden. I even drew my mother's death to always remember that it was me who is responsible for that. I drew Cayden's departure. His back is to me. He has a big trolley and a sling bag. I drew my mom's beautiful s

“I don't know currently, I'll tell you later. And you can't laugh not tell anyone, not even Carmen, Promise??” This must be something great, since Carmen must not see it. “You've my words, simply get your ass up and allow me to see.” Katie sat in her seat and Robert got on one knee close to her with his elbow on the desk. She lifted the cover a portion of an inch, then shut it. “Try not to chuckle.” Robert didn't giggle or say anything. The drawing was of a female champion with her feet broadly planted and her arms over her head, using a giant club. She was wearing boots that went dependent upon her knees, and that's it.

She sees Zane's drawing and bursts into laughter. The wonderful and loving husband drew Naevia as a very slim woman with a beautiful bump on her stomach. Holding guns and shooting at fat women that looked like monsters. The drawing wasn't that perfect, but Naevia loved it. Zane gave it to her and she held it close. The artist wanted to return Zane's money, but Zane told him to take it. Zane takes Naevia back home, where she shows Kelvin and tells him that Zane drew it for her.

Trying to find something that will ease the awkwardness, she turned her head away, only to find a drawing above the cabinet. Harriet narrowed her eyes. What she saw in the drawing is something that she already saw when she was young. ‘Isn’t that…?!’ “Cassius, you drew this?” Harriet asked, pointing the drawing above the small cabinet. Cassius stared at the paper above. It is a drawing of a small modern hut house with palm tree on the side and a sea behind. His eyes widened. He hates the sea but he couldn’t stop himself from drawing that after he remembered a certain part of his childhood memories.

Ariana looked deeply confused while Maddison laughed harder like the devil himself possessed him. I genuinely considered murdering him right at that moment, eventually Ariana grabbed my hand excitedly before dragging me toward the bed again. "Look!" she announced proudly while showing me several drawings scattered across the blanket. "I made all these yesterday!" She must've drawn all these with the things Zachary brought for her, I sat beside her carefully while looking through them one by one. Most were colorful princesses, cats, cartoon flowers, and somehow one extremely violent drawing of Maddison being attacked by pigeons.