Katniss' mother stops by, checking on Annie more than anything but fusses over the child as if that's her real reason. He wonders if she'll ever make it back to her first home to fuss over her own child, but it's been years and Katniss, he knows, she knows, everyone knows, is making her own recoveries along with her team that she always seemed to have, the baker and the drunk. There is talk at the Capitol for lifting the Mockingjay's exile soon, saying how long it's been and how transportation is almost completely regulated. He wonders, as he looks out to the sea, if she will visit, if she will come out with him and look out at the sea, and look upon how simple this complicated world really is.
He visited her, them, a couple times in Twelve, but didn't, couldn't, stay long. He felt suffocated, not by the ashes or soot that she said still took her over at times, but by the need for salt water, salty air. He looks down at his hands, his hair blowing in his eyes, and for a split second he sees blood on them. He doesn't know whose it is he imagines, but he knows that he put the blood there, has put so much blood on his hands throughout his life and he sometimes wonders if they will ever not be red. He walks quickly to the edge of the water and plunges his hands in, scrubbing at them furiously and even considers using coral to help scrub. He doesn't though, knows that the only thing to result from that would be his hands would be red not from blood of innocent, of the dead, but of his own, and he doesn't want to scare Annie or anyone with mangled up red hands. He'll take the flashes of his subconscious reminding him of the price for this life, this sea.
"Finnick!" His name rings out and crashes over him like a wave from her mouth, her voice, and the sight of blood that isn't really there is gone. A list of things he's thankful for, and he puts Annie above the sea, but then again she is the sea. He responds with her name, like foam that forms from a wave on the sand, and runs back to the house, to his home. The sea can make him forget, make him not remember for just a few moments everything he went through and did, but by the time he makes it back to his house he remembers it all and smiles, because he has the sea to help him forget that all, he has Annie to remind him of it all and he has his child to show that it was all worth it.
FINNICK ajshgjkaghajkg i just want to hug him and annie and their son and i'm accepting this AU as what really happened post-Mockingjay NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE
Katniss' mother stops by, checking on Annie more than anything but fusses over the child as if that's her real reason. He wonders if she'll ever make it back to her first home to fuss over her own child, but it's been years and Katniss, he knows, she knows, everyone knows, is making her own recoveries along with her team that she always seemed to have, the baker and the drunk. There is talk at the Capitol for lifting the Mockingjay's exile soon, saying how long it's been and how transportation is almost completely regulated. He wonders, as he looks out to the sea, if she will visit, if she will come out with him and look out at the sea, and look upon how simple this complicated world really is.
He visited her, them, a couple times in Twelve, but didn't, couldn't, stay long. He felt suffocated, not by the ashes or soot that she said still took her over at times, but by the need for salt water, salty air. He looks down at his hands, his hair blowing in his eyes, and for a split second he sees blood on them. He doesn't know whose it is he imagines, but he knows that he put the blood there, has put so much blood on his hands throughout his life and he sometimes wonders if they will ever not be red. He walks quickly to the edge of the water and plunges his hands in, scrubbing at them furiously and even considers using coral to help scrub. He doesn't though, knows that the only thing to result from that would be his hands would be red not from blood of innocent, of the dead, but of his own, and he doesn't want to scare Annie or anyone with mangled up red hands. He'll take the flashes of his subconscious reminding him of the price for this life, this sea.
"Finnick!" His name rings out and crashes over him like a wave from her mouth, her voice, and the sight of blood that isn't really there is gone. A list of things he's thankful for, and he puts Annie above the sea, but then again she is the sea. He responds with her name, like foam that forms from a wave on the sand, and runs back to the house, to his home. The sea can make him forget, make him not remember for just a few moments everything he went through and did, but by the time he makes it back to his house he remembers it all and smiles, because he has the sea to help him forget that all, he has Annie to remind him of it all and he has his child to show that it was all worth it.
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FINNICK ajshgjkaghajkg i just want to hug him and annie and their son and i'm accepting this AU as what really happened post-Mockingjay NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE
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