He felt more like himself every time she said it. Quietly, he hoped to one day have the words to tell her how much she saved him. Just saying those exact words sounded paltry and inadequate to what she had done for him; she had stirred him from the life he had accepted, unable to see anything. The life where he moaned on cue and watched children die, smiling during all of it, and using any damn substance he could get his hands on to blot out any feelings he had about any of it. He felt like she was the only genuine part of him left -- the best part of him, and he was so glad that she was a thing outside of himself, that she could be kept safe now.
"I love you, Annie," he breathed out in return, his hands sliding along her waist, underneath her shawl. She felt more solid here than she had when they were on the train together, and even now he wasn't sure if it was him or her who had been slipping away -- although, the truth was that it had been both of them. Neither of them had been solidly seated in their own bodies. And whenever he held her like this, he never wanted to let her go again. He pressed his nose gently back against hers -- and then the door in front of them flung open.
"Finnick, bring her inside!" Sara bellowed right in his ear.
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Date: 2014-03-05 02:14 am (UTC)"I love you, Annie," he breathed out in return, his hands sliding along her waist, underneath her shawl. She felt more solid here than she had when they were on the train together, and even now he wasn't sure if it was him or her who had been slipping away -- although, the truth was that it had been both of them. Neither of them had been solidly seated in their own bodies. And whenever he held her like this, he never wanted to let her go again. He pressed his nose gently back against hers -- and then the door in front of them flung open.
"Finnick, bring her inside!" Sara bellowed right in his ear.