las olas - Annie/Finnick/Katniss
Finnick didn’t know any Spanish at all, but something about what she said seemed to make sense to him. No matter how upset he was inside, he could never deny Annie’s touch and the comfort that came with it.
"You never know where you’ll find your home," he murmured, his eyes fixated on Annie. His hand, the brand new hand of his, slid into hers and intertwined their fingers before sitting down with her.
The water was soothing to him, but memories of the last time he sat in the water crept into his mind. Right after those jabberjays.. Katniss was there.. Both of them in pain.. Human.
His grip on Annie tightened out of instinctive fear.
His other hand reached for Katniss for the same reason.
"The jabberjays, Kitten.. The mutts saying your name.. it was like being in the arena again." he admitted in a yelp, pain and fear registering in his voice. "I didn’t want to lose you either! I’m sorry!"
Annie apparently wasn’t ready to let her leave, and Katniss wasn’t ready to fight her on it. She wasn’t sure what she had said, but she let Annie continue to guide her towards the water. The water was beautiful, but it was nothing like home. Home was soup at the Hob. Home was the ash in the air that seemed to stay no matter what the weather was. Home was Twelve. She could admit this to herself, but going back was what she couldn’t do.
Katniss smiled softly over at Annie and looked out across the water, letting her toes curl into the damp sand slightly. She looked back and her smile dropped slightly, seeing Annie and Finnick together. She wanted to walk away and curse at them for having something like that. She was jealous. But Katniss realized it wasn’t anyone’s fault but her own that she was alone. She couldn’t blame them for loving each other.
Her hand found her way back into her pocket, and her fingers wrapped around the pearl again. She sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Her eyes quickly shot open when she felt a large hand grasp her wrist tightly. She tried to pull away instinctively, fear rising inside of her, but Finnick was stronger than she was. “Let go of me!” she screamed, forgetting to register who was latched onto her.
When he mentioned the arena, she could almost hear those screams again. He was scaring her, but most of all, everything was coming back in waves, like the ones that were hitting the shore now. “Stop, Finnick!” she screamed again, letting out a sob and gripping his arm with her other hand. She plopped down next to him, shaking his arm slightly.
"I’m here, it’s okay. Please stop. It hurts too much."
The moment she felt herself being pulled in tighter to Finnick, she started to coo softly in his ear. "You're home, mi cielo. Real. Estás conmigo. You're safe here," she pleaded, gently squeezing his hand. He often dragged her out of episodes the same way.
She watched in shock as he grabbed for Katniss and gasped when Katniss reacted with the same fear as he had. Both of them had battle scars that only they could understand. Two games and a rebellion coated their once smooth skin with thick callouses.
It almost appeared as they were both in a trance, halfway lost in an episode of the mind. Scooting in closer to place a hand in the waves, she let the water run over her fingers.
"No two waves are exactly the same," she mused, "but they come from the same ocean. How is it that two similar beings are so different yet keep such harmony?" she asked, her eyes on the two of them once more.








