My love, he'd said on Terrible Ceasar's show, and then a dozen other ridiculously flowery things. She'd watched the show: it might have been the last thing she'd ever hear him say out of the Arena, of course she damn well watched. She knew something - not a lot - of what happened in the Capital and she hated, she hated so much all of those people who hurt him. But even as she'd been pettily pleased at the guilt and despair Finnick was playing with their hearts, she'd heard the truth in his words. She knew who he was talking to, and it hadn't been any of them.
(Annie had been so pretty, the Capitol's little mermaid girl, but in the end, she hadn't attractively fragile. There was a form of safety in visible madness.)
My love, she tries to say back, pressing her arm against his, risking a press of her boot against his. He's here. He's...not in the Arena, she'll count that as 'safer than before', they are together. She can provide a distraction, if they need to get out or if he needs to get a weapon. She's good at that, she's the best. I practice screaming every night, so of course I'm good at it, she thinks, and then bites down hard on her bottom lip to keep laughing.
"I don't know. Um. No, I don't know what they did, because I don't think they, they did anything? My watch is fine, it's not even been fifteen minutes. Look?"
Her watch, a sturdy, elegant thing that also tracks the moon; her watch, with the strand of hair she so carefully wound around dial unbroken. If they had tampered with it, the hair would have been broken and gone.
oh gosh thank you! and your finnick, omg <3
(Annie had been so pretty, the Capitol's little mermaid girl, but in the end, she hadn't attractively fragile. There was a form of safety in visible madness.)
My love, she tries to say back, pressing her arm against his, risking a press of her boot against his. He's here. He's...not in the Arena, she'll count that as 'safer than before', they are together. She can provide a distraction, if they need to get out or if he needs to get a weapon. She's good at that, she's the best. I practice screaming every night, so of course I'm good at it, she thinks, and then bites down hard on her bottom lip to keep laughing.
"I don't know. Um. No, I don't know what they did, because I don't think they, they did anything? My watch is fine, it's not even been fifteen minutes. Look?"
Her watch, a sturdy, elegant thing that also tracks the moon; her watch, with the strand of hair she so carefully wound around dial unbroken. If they had tampered with it, the hair would have been broken and gone.