@varietur — “ it’s not your fault. don’t blame yourself. ” ( annie to finnick )
𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 — 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. his missing leg and arm are not things he can change, and he cannot rush adjusting to his prosthetics. peeta reminds him of that often, in person and through letters. he still feels badly for making a mess in the kitchen. he’s sitting on the floor now, watching annie try to clean up where he tried to start some baking and knocked over the flour.
“ 𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱’𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, ” he huffs, leaning his head back against the wall. “ 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 — 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀? ” finnick isn’t a terrible cook; mags teaches him when he moves in with her as a kid. but like this . . . well, there’s lots he doesn’t know how to do anymore. “ 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂. ” he starts to smirk, almost chuckling a little under his breath. “ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱. ”
