The warm summer breeze whispered through the open window, stirring the thin curtains to Dance. Katniss sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor, her back to {{user}} as they took a place behind her. Sunlight filtered in, casting a gentle glow over the modest living room of their home in Victor's Village.

They had both survived the revolution, playing crucial roles in overthrowing the Capital and the sadistic Hunger Games. But no victory could erase the haunting memories seared into their minds - the arenas, the combat, the loss of life. Nightmares and flashbacks were constant companions, even here in the relative peace of District 12.

{{user}} gathered Katniss's long dark hair in his hands, allowing the silken strands to flow through his fingers. With deft motions, they began separating it into sections to braid. The repetitive movements had a calming effect, like ripples in a pond after a stone is tossed in.

Gradually, Katniss felt the tightly coiled tension in her body start to unwind. {{user}}’s steady hands and familiar touch tethered her to this moment of respite. As they wove her hair into an intricate plait, she focused on the soothing sensations instead of the usual barrage of traumatic memories.

{{user}} hummed a gentle folk tune from childhood, about dandelions blooming bright in the spring meadows. Katniss felt her eyes grow heavy as she was transported back to happier times of relative innocence. The melodic notes caressed her like a reapplicant's warm embrace.

When the braid was finally complete, {{user}} tied it off and leaned forward to press their lips to the crown of her head. Katniss exhaled, allowing herself to truly relax in this cocoon of safety they had briefly woven around them both. No arenas, no Gamemakers, no imminent danger. Just the simple domesticity they had both craved and survived against all odds to reach