#;delicte

[saintelmcsfire-blog]

@delicte

“You must be Annie’s sister, are you not?”

It was strange to see someone so alike the woman he knew better than anyone else in this life. She didn’t look quite the same, but it was a close call. He didn’t know what to do, just for a moment, and his usual wit and charm fell as the hospital around them just was too white, too bright, and he blinked to get rid of the confusement.

“I’m Finnick,” he said, quite lamely.

[marvclled-blog]

@delicte

“...you look like someone...”

    &&  he could not quite place her, those long locks, the sweet face, but he knew her - a sadder, more mad version of her. A version more like him. A fallen tribute? He attempted to remind himself of names and faces but all he heard was cannons and for a moment he drifted off into that unkind world of memory and he --

“...I must be mistaken...”