AN: So I fell in love with Finnick/Annie recently, and I think they're my new OTP. :3 These are a few drabbles I've come up with, and I put them together and here they are... I call them Fabbles. xD Enjoy, and please review!
Disclaimer: If I owned The Hunger Games, Finnick would not have died. Come to think of it, neither would Prim or anybody else...
So that's who Finnick loves. Not his fancy string of lovers in the Capitol, but a poor, mad girl back home.
And perhaps it is inevitable, but they will never get their happy ending.
She likes his eyes.
They change colour according to his mood or the lighting. Most frequently, they are varying shades of green, with flecks of blue to reflect the sea.
They are an oddly brightly green today as he looks at her. Annie wonders what brought this on.
He's looking at her a lot lately.
His goodbye kiss lingers longer than usual, and he seems reluctant to let her go, to allow Katniss' mother to gently guide her away, even though Annie knows she is in safe hands.
There's a strange expression on his face as he's looking at her one last time now, but Annie doesn't have time to ask what it is before the aircraft carries him, Katniss and the others away.
Years later, she still wonders what he almost told her. She considers that maybe he knew he wasn't coming back, but he would have told her if this was so, instead of keeping her in the dark. He wouldn't do that.
Not her Finnick.
He's arrogant and egotistical and infuriating when she starts to fall in love with him, but beggars can't be choosers.
(And really, it's not such a bad choice after all.)
Adam is the spitting image of his father, and exactly like him, too.
When Johanna mentions this, Annie gets wildly upset and asks he if she wants Adam to die at twenty-four as well.
For a second, there's a glimpse of the old Annie there.
And it scares her to death.
It takes years for a person to heal.
Annie knows this from personal experience. It took a long time after she won her Games to put all her trust in Finnick and even longer for him to patch her back up again (though of course, you can't ever stop being a little bit crazy). And when he was reaped yet again in the Quarter Quell, she broke all over again and the Capitol just kept on breaking her and breaking her, pain pain pain pain. But Finnick made everything alright again, and she was very nearly healed when he died.
Now, with her newborn son lying in her arms, so alive and beautiful and amazing, she can only cry with him because she doesn't know what to do and staring at his perfect face is killing her. All she wants is for Daddy to walk through the door, hold them both so tightly, and make everything alright like it used to be. But that doesn't happen. Because she knows deep down that Finnick is still dead, she is still broken and her son is still crying.
Annie wonders if a person can ever be fully healed.
It surprises her how much comfort she finds in Johanna Mason.
She'd never much cared for the young woman before – in fact, she only really saw her at mealtimes, and then she seemed quite vulgar.
But Johanna never asked questions, never tried to ask her if she was alright, never tried to help her get over it. She was just there, cracking jokes and babbling on and, yes, casually insulting Annie from time to time, but that was what Johanna did. And the normality of it all made Annie feel safe.
Johanna had lost someone she loved too. And in those days spent talking about everything and nothing, she discovered something the two of them were that nobody else could claim to be.
They were both very much alone.
Some nights she cried herself to sleep. Some nights the doctors force fed her pills so that she might sleep peacefully for once.
And other nights, she just lay awake and wondered if he was ever coming back.
He seemed to have a habit of leaving her.
please review. should i continue? :)