Hey there! This is the official account of the Hunger Games Forum- Fire is Catching. This drabble collection is purely AnnieFinnick drabbles from our drabble tag over there. Various authors.
None of us own the Hunger Games. That honour belongs to Suzanne Collins alone.
author: XWise-Midget-Of-OzX
prompt: vanilla
She brushed the white creamy liquid with her long, delicate tongue. As it passed her lips, she smiled. A happy, relaxed smile. Not overly happy, just content. But it was still a smile. A smile.
Not even a hint of a smile since the games. Since she returned with her hands covering her ears, not wanting to hear any sound. Finnick had spent hours tending to her, stood by her bedside day and night for months. Mags would drop by with food and medicines that the doctor prescribed. None of them worked, they just made her angry. Over time she left her bed, and progressed downstairs. But for months now, she has just sat on the sofa all day, and rolled around restlessly in bed all night.
Today I decided to take her a step further. She resisted the beach, not wanting to face other people; not wanting to breathe the fresh, real air. But as soon as the sun rays hit her face, she lost the tense grip on my hand, and stepped bravely into what must have seemed like a new world for her.
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