The more involved sort of hairstyles reminded Annie too much of the Capitol for her to try them at home, but she took a couple of minutes to brush through her wind-blown hair and to clip some of it back so that it wasn't forever falling across her eyes. Likewise, her dress wasn't anything like the expensive clothes she'd worn on her tour, but it was clean and flattering, and she didn't need much more than that.
Annie's steps were unfailingly quiet these days, and even in this new house she knew every creaky plank and squeaky hinge. Pausing just outside the living room, she took a moment to peer inside at the picture of her mother being grudgingly wooed by her boyfriend. Gaila had been so used to entertaining attention from attractive men for so long, it had to be hard for her now to resist the urge to simply give in and play along.
"I'm ready," Annie finally spoke up, fidgeting under her shawl.
Gaila's gaze shot up, and then bounced between her daughter and the boy seated across from her, dubiousness turning to resignation in her eyes. "Not too late," she firmly told Finnick, as if what was bothering her could be resolved by so little as a curfew.
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Date: 2014-03-04 08:06 pm (UTC)Annie's steps were unfailingly quiet these days, and even in this new house she knew every creaky plank and squeaky hinge. Pausing just outside the living room, she took a moment to peer inside at the picture of her mother being grudgingly wooed by her boyfriend. Gaila had been so used to entertaining attention from attractive men for so long, it had to be hard for her now to resist the urge to simply give in and play along.
"I'm ready," Annie finally spoke up, fidgeting under her shawl.
Gaila's gaze shot up, and then bounced between her daughter and the boy seated across from her, dubiousness turning to resignation in her eyes. "Not too late," she firmly told Finnick, as if what was bothering her could be resolved by so little as a curfew.