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[seamadgirl]

           “No. I've asked Finnick...but he never answers. Obviously.

                      —I can't make those decisions alone.”

{ ➳ }

    ❝That’s good.❞

    ❝— Do you have any names? For the baby, I mean.❞  

[seamadgirl]

             The gentle touches and warmth he brought to her eased the tension in Annie's body to gradually let go of her crying, the tears decreasing until eventually leaving her head sore, eyes slightly red and her cheeks wet. But that's okay because she didn't need to cry anymore, she had Finnick then and she no longer was alone, no memory could hunt her from the deepest and darkest corners of her mind because Finnick was there to repel any threat with his light.  

              She nodded quietly as she tried to get her breathing back to steady but at the mention of the word 'questions' she tensed again although only for a brief moment. It was Finnick, not some Capitol person or a peacekeeper interrogating her so she'd be okay. She moved closer him to let his warmth ease her worries. And when she heard the question the answer slipped from her lips almost immediately,

                                    “Blue.” Even when her voice sounded subtly husky from her previous helpless whimpering, Annie answered with certainty and ready to answer the following enquiries.  

     { ♞ };

          [ he nods in response to her question, moving his hand gradually from her hair down to her back. He rubs it gently, silent for a moment, the sounds of only their breath filling the air. After the moment of pause, he nods once more. ]

               ”I’m here…and you’re okay. Everything’s alright, darling. You know, I have a couple questions to ask you.”

                  [ an attempt of his to calm her down, and get her mind off of panicking. It always seemed to work that far. ]

                       ”Whats your favorite color, Annie?”

                                [ this was always his first question, and he was sure by now that Annie could recite the answers before he even asked the question to her. He sat for a moment, waiting patiently for her response. There was no hurry, however, she could take as long as she needed. ]

[seamadgirl]

          “It's just your mother and me and— and the baby...but since it hasn't been born yet...we're okay, I think.”

{ ➳ }

    ❝Okay.❞

    ❝— So… how is everyone?❞

[seamadgirl]

        “She isn't here...she's in town, she likes to shop things there. I guess she'll be here in an hour or so, you can wait for her here, if you want to.”

{ ➳ }

    ❝— I- yeah. Is she busy? I can come another time.❞

[seamadgirl]

      “That means you really like it, right?”

"Well thanks, It’s quite old though."

[seamadgirl]

          “R-Really? I mean, you don't if you don't want to.”

"So I’m assuming I have to go?

                       —- Fine.”

[seamadgirl]

           “Me hitting on you? Oh, Finnick. We both know I never managed to be that discreet about it.”

        “I didn't want to get cuter, though, I wanted to get you happier.

                                                                          —I'll try harder next time.”

     "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hitting me~."

         "I didn’t think you could get any cuter, but there you go proving me wrong."

[seamadgirl]

           “Katniss...? You came to visit your mother?”

[seamadgirl]

           “I like your shirt.”

[seamadgirl]

           “What? Fat? is that even possible? As if you could get any less attractive...”

                               “I just wanted you fill you with love?”

     "You are the best.”

          "Pasta sounds amazing. And what’s this I hear about dessert? Annie Cresta are you trying to get me fat?"

[seamadgirl]

                      Annie realised someone opened the door but she didn't dare to look right away as though locked out in her head. Was it Mags? It couldn't be, she lived in her own house so as to keep her environment peaceful and quiet, far from Annie's desperate crying, which didn't seem to be willing to stop any time soon not until Finnick's arms—real, tangible, warm, loving arms caught her and kept her tightly against his body reminding Annie of everything that was real and worthy in this world. His velvety voice penetrated in her ears and she took some seconds to assume the meaning in his words. It was okay, and he was there.

                      She didn't understand how was it possible, how did Finnick always show up in the right time and why he couldn't always be there so as to avoid these episodes but that didn't matter right then. Her crying reduced to an almost silent sobbing, her whole body snuggling against him seeking comfort.

                      “Finnick...You're here?” Her hands held tight on anywhere she could grab, his chest, his arms, until her arms wrapped firmly against him to cling onto him. 

     { ♞ };

          [ in a few seconds, he’s burst through the door. For a moment he was sure that he had taken it off his hinges, but he didn’t care. Annie was in trouble, and that was all that mattered. Quickly, he spotted her sitting alone at the bottom of their empty bathtub, and jumped into it with her immediately. His long arms wrapped around her tightly, and he pulled her close. Finnick’s lips released a soft hushing. He rocked back and forth with her carefully, in a swift attempt to calm her down. ]

               ”It’s okay…I’m here.”  

                    [ his words were a gentle whisper. Finnick’s fingers found their way into  her hair and brushed through calmly and smoothly. ]  

[seamadgirl]

“I'm not the greatest cook and you deserve the best.

         I'm making pasta, it should be ready in about five minutes

                                                    — I also prepared a dessert for later.”

     "Come on, Annie, you know I love everything you make. So what’s on the menu? I could go for just about anything."

[seamadgirl]

                  Annie's mind replayed the faces of expectant Capitol citizens on her, of President Snow always threatening and dangerous, of the other Career tributes in her games and of her parter, except there was no face for him to remember and that made it only worse. The images and sounds mixed with real noises of steps and Finnick calling for her but her eyes didn't open fearing she would give into crying even when she had lost that fight long ago.

                  Convinced that her mind was playing tricks on her, Finnick's voice demanded to be heard. Clear and loud echoing through the walls and making her body shake with fear that she's trapped there, in her own mind, forever if h wasn't there to bring her back. Before she could decide whether to allow it to happen or not, she broke down in tears as her anguished voice cried for him, “Finnick! Finnick, please!” Annie wasn't able to form an actual sentences and there were too many things she needed to voice that a sentence wouldn't have been enough anyway. She wanted him to be there for real, to stop haunting her in her memories, to make the memories go away even if it was for a little bit.  

     { ♞ };

          [ his heart begins to pound faster, as no response rings from the halls of the house. Everything is silent. Nothing stirs at all. It seems as if even the ocean itself and the gulls that call it home have held their breath. Loudly, he stomps quickly up the stairs, face twisting in worry and fear. Did they take her while he was away? Is she dead somewhere in the house?  Every single possible case of losing his one beloved thing in the world fly through his head at once. He called out once again, this time louder, voice more panic stricken. ]

               ”Annie!”

                    [ his voice seems to make the walls quake, and the floor vibrate. Quickly, he searches through each of the rooms, finding nothing but bare emptiness. As he approaches the last closed door, the bathroom that they shared, the man holds his breath. What lies behind that door could be relief or a sight of pure nightmares. And he’s unsure if he wants to open it. ]

[seamadgirl]

            “I want to go to the shore but I don't think going alone it'd be a good idea...”

            “I guess not anymore, what do you need?”

[seamadgirl]

            “I was trying to cook something,  I can't promise it'll be good but you can have it all when it's ready.”

     "I was, but no, you didn’t. I just got a little hungry is all."

[seamadgirl]

            “I thought you were sleeping, did I wake you up?”

     "Yeah, it’s me. Hey, Annie."

[seamadgirl]

       “Finnick? Is that you?”