♥: Your muse crying about something
Katniss is not the type to cry in front of anyone. She hates showing her emotions. If she had her way, she would never allow anyone to see her upset. She hates wearing her heart on her sleeve. But she knows that sometimes it works it way from her chest and resides there anyway, no matter how hard she tries to stop it. Like she once told Finnick Odair, she’s an open book.
And right now, as she gazes down at Finnick and Annie’s son in her arms, it’s one of those times. Tears well up in her smoky greys because, damn it all, he looks so much like Finnick. And it’s not fair because he didn’t get to live to see his own child. So many reasons to cry on this supposedly happy occasion and she can’t find one thing to smile about.
"He’s beautiful, Annie," Katniss finally manages to whisper, glancing up from the baby and over to the woman she has come to call a friend. She doesn’t add, 'It's a shame that Finnick's not here to see him'. She figures that goes without saying.