#sanityswept

[instynctive]

annie has always been somehow unknowable to her, just as she also always been sweet and kind. and now she understands, she thinks, a little of what has made her who like this. when katniss sees her, she sees finnick and peeta and rue and prim, and her heart is so full that it nearly hurts. maybe was is the right thing to have come all the way to district four to see her for the first time since the war ended.

“ hi, annie. “

@sanityswept / STARTER CALL

[halfvampyr-blog]

❝ hello. ❞ ren says, taking a deep breath. she’s supposed to be getting ready for an appearance at the capital, and she still hasn’t done her hair. ❝ you’re annie, aren’t you? finnick speaks very highly of you. ❞ // @sanityswept

[18893]

hey finnick what’s it like to be invincible

LAUGHTER        BRUSHES        HIS        LIPS        TEMPTINGLY ,        dismissive        deprecation        amused        at        the        statement        kindly        uttered ,        IRONY        far        from        lost        in        just        how        much        of        his        defeasibility        came        (        through        no        fault        of        her        own        )        from        the        girl         herself.                                                 let        anyone        else        make        such        an        assumption        and        he        would’ve        certainly        been        more        than        quick        to        agree ,        fears        and        concerns        expertly        substituted        by        the        well        admired        king - like        arrogance        that        had        become        his        charm        over        the        years.but        she        wasn’t        simply        anyone ,        was        she?                 wasn’t        that        the        trick?                    that        she       was ,        and         would        always        be ,        annie.                                annie.       the        same       girl        he        had        met        long        ago        on        his        father’s        fishing       boat.              the        girl        he        would ,        may        the        capitol        be        his        witness ,        do        just       about        anything        to        keep        safe.                the        only        one        to        have        ever        truly        carried        finnick        odair’s        heart        in        her        palm ,        able        to        turn        him        to        dust        with        a        simple        closed        fist.                    not        a        girl ,        never         just        a        girl.        but        the        girl.                    his        girl.he        would        gladly        find        himself        dead        before        he        allowed        her        to        see        exactly        who        he        became        around        everyone        else.                ‘                 i        am        not        invincible ,       annie.                 ’                  he        half         promises        and        half        warns ,        rapid        fingers        at        no        time        ceasing        their        work        on        the        rope        that        playfully        twists        between        his        grasp        even        as        he        spares        a        glance        in        her        direction.        he        smiles.              ‘                i’m        just        very        good        at        pretending.                ’