Finnick | Backstory | Post-Tour

[themadgirl]

As it turned out, the Capitol's curiosity regarding its victors only carried so far.

Most of what Annie remembered about that night—What her escort had delicately labeled her "episode"—were little more than flashes, but with the benefit of time she could see how quickly it had all happened. There had been no attempt to return her to the ball, only Mags and Finnick bundling her swiftly onto the train. She'd lost one of her shoes at some point, like the old fairy story, and when she'd recalled this days later, she'd fallen into a sudden and manic laughing fit that lasted until she was half-hoarse.

When the train had begun to move that night and Finnick hadn't been on it, she'd laid down right where they'd placed her, curled up on her bed in her gown, hem dirty, one bare foot peeking from beneath frothy fabric. She wasn't certain how long it had been, but she remembered Mags coming in, and the gentle confidence of the old woman's fingers as she sat Annie up and carefully stripped her of the Capitol. Unpinning the weight of Annie's hair, wiping her face clean, and perhaps most tellingly, removing the dress by cutting it cleanly up the side with a pair of shears. Annie had stayed in bed the entire next day and then emerged thoroughly sober, freshly eighteen, and with a curt dismissal of her escort. Mags had given her the thumbs-up.

Her mother had hovered for awhile, had skirted on the edge of difficult questions but ultimately relented when no solid answers were forthcoming. With Annie so quiet and withdrawn, it wasn't unlike when she'd first returned from the games, but for two glaring differences: More introspection and less Finnick.

Today, Annie's mother had been the first, but not last, person to tell her about the train. Four was a large district, but in some respects it was like the smallest village, and word traveled fast. Preparing for a passenger train was unusual enough for assumptions to be made. Annie had gone for a walk.

Hours later she nudged her way through the back door and into the kitchen, shawl trailing behind her and laden basket hooked over one arm. Barefoot from the moment she returned from the Capitol, there was sand dusted like sugar up to her ankles and over her toes, and she tracked it inside without thought or hesitation. Following after was Bosun, who had been her father's water dog, a gentle giant in his old age with baleful brown eyes and silver sprinkled in his dark coat. From the moment Annie had stepped into the house after returning from the Capitol, he'd not left her side. Not once.

Just now he padded to the end of the kitchen table and sat, turning his wise, old gaze upon Finnick where he was lingering the hallway beyond. Basket still over her arm, Annie paused at the sink and flicked a glance to the doorway. Seeing Finnick again would hurt; she'd known that. What surprised her was how calm she felt, most of her anger bled out of her by time and resignation. Wordless, she turned her attention back to the basket and began carefully washing the sand from the shells she had collected.

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[65th_victor]

There was something painfully endearing when she told him off, forcibly telling him that she was capable of making her own decisions. Maybe it was simply that it was more familiar, or maybe it was that everyone always underestimated her and rarely saw this side of her. Or maybe it was just that very few people told him off like that anymore.

He didn't bother telling her that their situation wasn't likely to change anytime soon, that he was going to spend more time in the Capitol than he would in Four. They would say goodbye all the time, and when he was in the Capitol, he would sleep with too many people, and a lot of that would leak into the tabloids. He didn't bother telling her that they would never be able to have a public relationship -- because she was smart and she'd had two weeks to think about all of this. She understood it in theory.

"It's not too much work," he answered gently. "And I promise I won't lie to you anymore. If you want to know something, I will tell you. And if I can't tell you something because it's to keep someone safe, I'll tell you that, too." He hesitated, suspecting that he already knew what her answer was going to be to the next part, but he wanted her to hear it anyway. It might not make a difference today, but sometime in the future it might.

"And I want you to promise me, that if there's ever anyone else you think could make you happy, you'll try with them, all right?" Finnick asked. It was still her decision then.

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Annie did push him then, almost hard enough to knock him down into the water.

"No," she yelled at him, her mouth screwed up into an incensed little moue. "I'm not going to promise you that, because you're still telling me what to do! You don't get to cheat by phrasing it as a question, Finnick. So just stop. Right now."

Unshed tears shining in her eyes, she pushed herself up and sloshed angrily from the bathtub.

"No one else is going to make me happy," she quietly said as she stood before the towel rack, frowning. "I know you think I'm too young or too crazy to know better, but I know who I am, Finnick."

[65th_victor]

Finnick did come precariously close to losing his balance when she pushed at him; only one of his hands hastily grabbing the lip of the tub saved him from going in completely. It was no surprise that she wouldn't agree with it now.

He tried to give her some space until she abruptly launched into her speculation on what he thought of her. Then, he was up in a minute, chasing after her again. He crossed the small space of the bathroom, feet leaking water across the floor. He put both his hands on her shoulders, turning her gently so that she was facing him.

"I do not think you are crazy," he said firmly. They all had their scars from the Hunger Games, and she had seen things that most people would never deal with in their life. "If you say this is what you want, I believe you. What else do you need from me to make us work?"

[themadgirl]

So much of Annie's time over the last two weeks had been spent in thinking about this moment that she hadn't allowed herself to think about what would happen after. She stared up at Finnick, looking chastised and uncertain.

"I don't know," she admitted, and blinked back the tears in her eyes. "Just… don't forget about me, I guess. That's all."

[65th_victor]

"I couldn't ever forget about you," Finnick murmured with distinct affection. He ran the pad of his thumb lightly over her cheek again as if trying to stave off any potential tears. He pressed his forehead gently against hers, closing up the distance between them.

"I leave every part of me that matters here with you, you understand?" he said quietly, as if he was sharing a secret with her. In a way, he was -- their most important secret. He had never loved anybody he'd slept with and had a very clear distinction between sex and emotion. But she had his heart, absolutely.

[themadgirl]

She reached for him, one hand sliding around to the back of his neck, the other splaying firmly over his heart. His heartbeat was steady beneath her palm, and she dropped her eyes closed, just for a moment, focusing on that rhythmic thump.

"I'll keep it safe," she swore, and slowly opened her eyes again. "Just promise you'll come back for it."

[65th_victor]

He couldn't help but watch her -- admire her -- as her eyes fell shut, lashes dark against her skin. Her hand was warm even through the thin fabric of his shirt, and he wished they could have stayed like that forever. Every moment that fell into place, peaceful and perfect, he cherished, tucking away to keep for when things went to hell again.

"I promise I'll come back for it," Finnick answered without any hesitation. He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth, just the barest touch of his flesh against hers.

[themadgirl]

They were stronger together, of that Annie was absolutely certain. But still, it felt now as if every move they made was careful, delicate, as if this difficult compromise was impossibly fragile and might shatter should they apply too much force.

With a quiet, yearning sound, Annie leaned into him, her lips instinctively parting, this kiss almost as gentle and tentative as their first. It felt like they had to learn each other all over again; they were different people now, their eyes opened to too many things to pretend anymore.

"I missed you," she breathed into Finnick's mouth, her fingers sliding up into the hair at the nape of his neck.

[65th_victor]

"I missed you," Finnick answered automatically, relaxing underneath the press of her fingers in his hair. He didn't even consider pulling away from her now. They were right where they should be.

"I want to hide with you for at least a week," Finnick commented, his hands sliding gently down her arms, reuniting himself with how touch for touch's sake felt.

[themadgirl]

When this had first started, Annie had thought she'd been realistic. The Games had instilled in her an unshakable wariness, and she'd understood that her life would never fully be her own. The Capitol could come in and make demands at any time—Finnick's busy schedule had been proof of that. Yet, she'd fooled herself into thinking they might have something approaching a normal relationship, that they might maybe, someday, be able to live together. In her wildest, most secret teenage dreams, she'd imagined a family, too, and a quieter life once they were old enough for the Capitol to have grown tired of them.

Now there would only be these stolen moments, she realized, and even those had to remain secret, away from prying eyes. Yet, the idea of giving them up was unthinkable. She'd take what little she could get.

"I wish it wasn't so cold, we could camp," she said, gooseflesh rising on her arms in the wake of Finnick's roaming hands. Use of boats and anything related to them was strictly regulated, but there was a little cave carved out of a bluff a couple of miles away where they'd stolen kisses before. Here, she wasn't sure how they'd manage much privacy between Finnick's family and her own.

[65th_victor]

"I know," Finnick murmured, his fingers journeying over the jut of her elbows and then her wrists so he could tangle his own fingers with hers.

"We'll work something out though, right?" he said, a small smile crossing his lips. He tucked his fingers gently under her chin and pressed another soft kiss to her mouth.

He wasn't sure if he had really felt like he was home until that moment. It hearkened back, he supposed, to the weeks they had spent together before the Victory Tour. Even then he had known that things would be difficult, but it had been okay, because it was the two of them working together.

[themadgirl]

Annie quietly nodded her assent and slipped her arms firmly around Finnick, drawing herself close to nuzzle in against his chest with a sigh. Getting around her mother might prove to be difficult. In retrospect, it was obvious that Gaila had been wiser to the situation than Annie had been, having warned her daughter early on that she'd never be able to marry or make a real life with Finnick Odair. At the time, Annie had simply taken it as a remark on Finnick's character and had responded with the typical overblown teenage reaction, but she saw now that this had probably been her mother's attempt to salvage Annie's reputation before it was too late.

Funny, how Gaila and Finnick apparently had that in common, and Annie refused to listen to either of them.

"Have you been home?" she asked, lifting her head from Finnick's shoulder to peer curiously up at him.

[65th_victor]

Finnick wrapped his arms around when she pressed in against his chest. He pressed his face momentarily to the top of her head and closed his eyes, just content to listening to them breathe. The start of Annie's tour felt like eons ago. It was strange how much a few weeks had changed them.

"No," Finnick answered, glancing down at her when she looked up at him. He pushed some of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips linger. "I'm sure Sara will come looking soon," he said with a faint smile. His mother was probably the only thing keeping his youngest sister from tearing over to Annie's house to reclaim him. His mother, who perhaps had the strongest delusions about just what had happened after his Games, seemed to believe that Annie would help drive him away from the lifestyle he'd developed in the Capitol. He dreaded whatever she was going to say when he got home.

"Do you want to come over for dinner?" Finnick asked quietly, his fingers idly touching her, gently caressing the line of her neck. It was probably too soon, he thought. He didn't want to let go of her yet, but it would probably be too much for her to sit there and listen to him lie to his family about everything that had happened.

[themadgirl]

Their agreement was still so freshly-decided that it was impossible yet to know whether sharing that sort of domesticity would make things easier or more difficult, regardless of whatever fiction they'd be required to spin. Even so, Annie was incapable of refusing, the allure even of pretending at normalcy with Finnick far too strong, and she nodded.

"Let me change," she replied, her feet still bare and the hem of her skirt stiff with dried salt water. Finnick's family saw her nearly every day in various states of disorder, yet somehow it mattered how she looked.

[65th_victor]

Finnick cupped her face after she answered, kissing her for a long moment. He wanted so badly to be deserving of her. He knew the start of the dinner would hurt -- they would be excited to hear about where they had gone in the Capitol and what they had eaten. Had they got to meet the president again, and they'd probably gush over how pretty Annie's dress had been. All that would hurt beyond hell. But after that, the Capitol would fade to the background, and it would be him, at home, with his family, with Annie, with Mags -- where he was supposed to be.

"I love you," Finnick breathed against Annie's lips. He felt emboldened now that he had said it once, and he wanted to tell her it every day, every hour. "I'll wait downstairs." Finnick suggested, figuring he owed some reassurance to Annie's mom after they had been up here for so long, locked in the bathroom while Annie shouted at him.

[themadgirl]

Would she ever truly get used to hearing those words? With the way her whole body seemed to react, breath catching and pulse kicking up a notch, it was difficult to imagine that she would.

"I love you, too," Annie replied, finding it was infinitely easier to say now, even if she'd not shied away from admitting it in the first place. More than anything, she wanted to linger here, in this small safe place they'd created, in the warmth of Finnick's arms, in the weight of those words. In the end, she gave herself a few moments more, and then began, slowly, to step toward the door.

"I won't be long," she promised, fingers keeping hold of Finnick's until the last possible moment, when she turned, unlocked the door, and stepped out into the hall.

[65th_victor]

Finnick smiled at her as she turned, keeping his fingers linked in hers until she let go. Once she had disappeared into the hallway, he hastily pushed his shoes back on and headed downstairs to sit with Annie's mom. Oddly, trying to convince his girlfriend's mother to like him was probably the most normal part of their relationship overall, even if Annie's mom didn't have entirely valid reasons for disliking him. Still, it was easy enough to talk about things that didn't particularly matter; if there was anything he was good at it, it was distracting conversation.

[themadgirl]

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.

[65th_victor]

Finnick smiled broadly, genuinely, when he saw Annie standing in the doorway looking absolutely perfect. He could appreciate her so much more like this than in any fancy gown in the Capitol -- because this was who she was to him. Her hair just still a little windswept, a crest of sand still curling around one ankle.

"Not too late," Finnick promised automatically, already aware the words would nothing to reassure Gaila when they came from him.

His attention was already focused entirely on Annie anyway. He walked over to where she was, wrapping an arm around her so that they were touching once again when they headed out of the house and back into the bracing air that was chilled by the nearby sea.

[themadgirl]

Outside, Annie turned her face in against Finnick's shoulder, nuzzling her nose and cheek against the cold. The weather here was far more tolerable than it had been in the northern districts, but she was a thin-blooded creature, coastal-bred. Four's lengthy warm season couldn't come quickly enough.

"Are you sure they won't be annoyed that I'm there?" she asked as they walked the little distance to the Odair house, despite the fact that she got along well with almost everyone in Finnick's family. "They won't think I'm stealing time away from them?"

[65th_victor]

Finnick tucked Annie in against his side, keeping them as close as they could possibly get without falling. It was just about as cold as it ever got in Four, and he was still contemplating going swimming -- probably heading down to the beach when it got dark and stripping free of all of his clothing. Part of him knew it was a stupid idea, but part of him also knew that he never felt right in his own skin here until he had been in the water -- as if it purged him of the last of the Capitol.

"Annie," Finnick answered, sounding incredulous. "My sisters love you so much, they will probably be more happy to see you than me." He didn't even think that it was an exaggeration. In the weeks before the Victory Tour -- the weeks in which he and Annie had been spending an increasing amount of time together, his youngest sisters had grown more and more fond of Annie and were completely ready to induct Annie into the Odair clan. He didn't dare mention it, knowing it would be a sore subject now, but Sara was already curiously chattering on about when they were getting married.

His father would ignore both of them, and his mother would fret over both of them not eating enough.

[themadgirl]

"If that's true, you didn't miss me nearly enough," Annie replied, and looked up at Finnick with a small but coy smile. "Since I saw your sisters just yesterday afternoon."

In truth, it had been difficult to avoid them, even in that first week when she'd barely come out of her room. It seemed as though everyday someone was coming by to check on her, bringing flowers or food or well-wishes, having to be gently turned away by her mother, who had lied with all the aplomb of a Capitol native, saying Annie was in bed with a fever.

[65th_victor]

"I meant, that they would gladly trade me if it meant they would get to keep you all the time," Finnick answered, matching her smile. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Because it would be impossible for anyone to actually miss you more than I did."

"Did you?" Finnick asked they started up the steps to his house. "How much trouble did they get you in?" It was amazing that he was seen as the troublemaker; he'd seen the sort of things that Coral and Sara could get up to if given half the chance. Aerona, of course, was far too old for such things now, but she'd had her day as well.

Finnick gathered her up against him on the doorstep, pausing a moment before going in. He kissed her carefully, knowing that it was going to be their last moment alone for a little bit. He would steal these seconds however he could.

[themadgirl]

Annie let herself sink into the kiss as if it might fortify her against the cold, her hands coming up to frame Finnick's face and her small body swaying in to be pulled against his. The soles of her shoes scraped against the stone of the doorstep as she pushed up, meeting Finnick halfway, and for a moment it didn't matter at all whether her mother was at home fretting, or someone in the Capitol was missing the body against her own, or if Finnick's sisters were watching from the parlor window.

"I love you," she breathed against his mouth, and nosed against his cheek, the faint scrape of stubble against her skin. "I love you so much."

[65th_victor]

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.