As an only child with few relatives to speak of, Annie couldn't imagine a family life more different from her own than what she regularly witnessed at Finnick's house. There was an energy about the place that seemed to come from so many young bodies, as warm as it was intimidating, and she liked to sit back and simply watch it all play out in front of her, filing away little details to pore over later when she was alone.
Sitting down, she reached instinctively for Mags' closest hand, and the older woman gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze, the gesture feeling a little like a lifeline as the girls bounded exuberantly around them.
In a rare pause in the chatter, Annie turned to Finnick, her head canted, birdlike, eyebrows arched. "Where's my present?" she asked, only the faintest twitch at the corners of her mouth giving her away.
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Date: 2014-03-05 03:29 am (UTC)Sitting down, she reached instinctively for Mags' closest hand, and the older woman gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze, the gesture feeling a little like a lifeline as the girls bounded exuberantly around them.
In a rare pause in the chatter, Annie turned to Finnick, her head canted, birdlike, eyebrows arched. "Where's my present?" she asked, only the faintest twitch at the corners of her mouth giving her away.