lovely yet bedraggled

nnie cresta, victor of the seventieth hunger games. married to finnick odair, king of all the seas. district 4. a mad little girl with nothing but sea. maddened by them. those who brutally attacked, forced her to kill.

[vxndenburg-blog]

{ ✡ };; The pages in his hands cracked like an old man’s

          back as the wind played with them. He paid it no           mind, but focused on the girl. ❝This one,❞ he           explained, raising the book, as if he meant to toast           — seeing as how she held one in her hands, too.            ❝Most of it is quite good, but there is one thing,           which constantly trials my patience; — the side           romance.❞

[annieofthesea]

        "What's it about...?" Annie murmured quietly, her voice rather light, almost airy. The way she spoke gave away the madness. Each syllable that passed through Annie's full lips came out in something like a question. If you wanted to hear the young, mad victor, you needed to listen. If you didn't listen, you would miss her voice completely. "Oh..." Annie whispered, her wide, anxious green eyes suddenly going empty. She often avoided the topic of romance. It made her think of Finnick. Of death, and loss, and torture. "Romance is rather...overdone, in novels...isn't it..." Annie breathed in sharply, before turning her gaze back towards the man's. "It's...unrealistic."

[gamemakxrarchive-blog]

     He watched her with a flicker of curiosity in his eyes—Annie Cresta was a peculiar girl. She intrigued him with her odd behaviors. Of course, he understood why she behaved in such a way, but he was curious nonetheless. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, “Not even a glass of water to calm your nerves?” He tilted his head, “My apologies, I should not assume you are nervous, but if you are certain, Miss.” He paused for a moment, “But if I may, perhaps you would prefer to be outside, this place is rather packed. You look like you could use a moment away from all of this noise.”

[annieofthesea]

      Annie peered towards the Game Maker hesitantly. She didn't trust him. She didn't trust anyone involved in these treacherous, horrific games. They were all evil. Each and every one, forcing children to slaughter each other, all for the entertainment of the wealthy. And they left one alive. One child, to live above the other twenty-three. One who's fate is even worse than those who died. They are left with the memory. Blinking once, Annie simply stared towards the Game Maker in silence. "Perhaps...some water would be good..." Annie whispered, her voice barely audible beneath the roars of the rich. She didn't know whether or not to go with him, to follow him outside of this place. Glancing upwards, Annie could see Finnick. He was in conversation with women, men, all in ridiculous colors, with ridiculous hair. He was important here. Annie, the victor who had suddenly gone mad, was not. And so, Annie raised her head upwards hesitantly, pale against the dark green satin of her gown. "Perhaps....That would be better...."

[tryingkindness-blog]

             ” ! “  

              He is in awe.

                         ”You came.”

[annieofthesea]

            Annie simply stared towards the boy, her eyes widening a fraction, as if in some sort of alarm. She didn't know him. Or at least, in her maddened, scrap of a mind, could not recognize him. 

          "Y-You...You must have the wrong girl...."

[annieofthesea]

     "The sea is rather...beautiful today, isn't it...." Annie murmured, her voice but a breath against the harshness of an oceanside wind.

[astridbergesfrisbeymania]

[vxndenburg-blog]

fosterxmisfits & annieofthesea

{ ✡ };; ❝This story — it’s frustrating.❞

[annieofthesea]

          Annie's eyes wandered towards the man's briefly, her slender dark brows furrowed as she stared towards him silently. She was sitting opposite the man, on a bench along the boardwalk. It smelled like the sea, and Annie's dark hair had grown tangled by the sea wind. She herself was reading a novel, and looked up at the man's words. "What story..?" Annie murmured quietly, her voice barely raising above a whisper.

[emmacharlottewatson]

[annieofthesea]

“I can’t argue that Finnick isn’t one of the most stunning, sensuous people on the planet. But I can honestly say he’s never been attractive to me. Maybe he’s too pretty, or maybe he’s too easy to get, or maybe it’s really that he’d just be too easy to lose".

[primarywings-deactivated2016072]

       Duo frowned. He paused for a short time, looking her over as his Com silently buzzed to life. She seemed to be innocent enough, there was no immediate danger that stood out; but, with that small sense of security, came the realization that she wouldn’t be of any immediate help in this situation. Along with this realization came the alert that she was neither a Primary nor a branded human. He gave a low sigh and shook his head.                      “Stuttering won’t help either,” he grumbled.                              "Stick close to me and I’ll get us out—                               Just don’t make any stupid mistakes.” 

[annieofthesea]

     Blinking once, Annie stared towards the boy in silence. This felt familiar. Horrifically so. Being beside this boy, listening to the crisp sounds of his voice, the harsh grumbling of his commands, it was as though she was being transported into another time. A time in which bombs flew, bullets soared, and the torture. The torture, the torture, the torture. It was all coming back to her. Finnick's death. Racing through the underground spaces. For a moment, Annie was still, her eyes crazed and unfocused, as they always were. A sign of the madness. And then she was returned, her mind refitting itself to focus on the situation around her.

                  "Why?" Annie demanded, her eyes flaring for a moment as she stared towards the boy. "What's happening...?"

[shatteredwhitecrow-archive]

  “Have you noticed how evil people are usually more attractive than they should be?”

[annieofthesea]

       "No," Annie responded quietly, her head lifting up slightly, causing for her cascade of dark, sea-tangled hair to pour over a thin, pale shoulder. "I've known...so many to be evil..." She whispered, the hurt almost pouring through her light voice as she stared back towards the man. "And...and it's as if it is...reflected...in their appearance..." For a moment, Annie was still, gazing back towards the stranger as though she had seen nothing short of a ghost. She had grown pale, anxious. Silent.

[primarywings-deactivated2016072]

“What are you trying to do?” He nearly hissed. "——Get us killed?"

[annieofthesea]

     Annie's eyes went wide, her lips parted slightly in shock as she stared back towards the man. The mad girl didn't know what to say, what to do. She had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And now, this. 

              "No, I just--...No...I'm sorry--...."

[decidue-archive]

          “— and there she goes- again.”

[annieofthesea]

     Annie glanced upwards silently, a look of curiosity blooming over her delicate features. Her eyes were dazed, permanantly so due to the madness that loomed beneath her mind.

                    "There...who goes?" She uttered towards the stranger, a perplexed look over her empty, maddened eyes.

[annieofthesea]

      ”….Lovely…” Annie whispered to herself, gazing towards the sea, her toes tickled by the water that danced upon the sand. Her mind was elsewhere, her gaze was empty. If anyone were to touch her, in the moment, they would break the subtle madness that coursed through the girl’s mind. She was glad to be home. Glad to be in her District. Four was where warmth was. Where she could be alright, even with the terror that wracked her mind. 

[eyylmao-models]

[xmagizoologist-hasmoved-deactiv]

                       ❝ excuse me; are you looking                           for something in particular or…?❞.

[annieofthesea]

        "Oh!" The burst of exclamation flew from Annie's lips quietly, a burst of slight confusion, mixed with surprised. She hadn't realized there had been someone there. The Ravenclaw was often alone. No one wanted to be seen around Annie Cresta, the mad girl. The Cruciatus curse had done this a bit over a year ago, but the after affect was still the same. Annie had gone mad. And when the boy had made himself known, she hadn't realized it. She had been lost in her own, pointless thoughts."No, I just--...I....I'm sorry. I must have...gotten lost..." 

[annieofthesea]

It's so great to see you back on my dash again!

Ah! Thank you! Who is this? I want to see your lovely face! I’m loving this a lot a lot.

[maimedlion-blog]

    ❝ — Speak.         For I fear my patience         has reached it’s end.❞

[annieofthesea]

     Annie stared towards the Kingslayer through wide, almost fearful eyes. She had never met the man before. Only heard of him through the streets. Through the voices of the poor. She had come to speak on behalf of them all. The poor needed clean water, clean food. Annie held a beauty that could not be matched. For that reason, they had sent her. But the madness that plagued her was something else entirely. "My...apologies...." Annie whispered, her voice but a wisp in the air, the sound of madness itself. "I....I needed to ask you of something, Sir..."

[galehunterhawthorne-deactivated]

"If you say so.."

[annieofthesea]

     Annie's gaze tilted upwards slightly. She didn't know the hunter very well at all. The only time she had ever even spent with the young man had been in Thirteen. With Finnick. She remembered it all. Dancing, hand in hand with her husband. Laughing. A shimmer of green fabric. The white of Finnick's smile. And then nothing. As a soft frown settled over Annie's lips, she breathed in slowly, words falling through full lips. "It wasn't your fault. Prim, she--..." But somehow, she couldn't finish. She couldn't think about it. Not the death. Not the blood. Not anything.