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Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)
There stood a child, no taller than Prim was, with silvery white hair that flowed pin straight down her back and piercing light blue eyes… Like Peeta. She wore an elegant light, blue dress that suited her size. Then he eyes sparkle, "Grandpapa said I could have anyone over I wanted today," her smiles grows, "and I chose you two!" She giggles but it sounds more maniacal in my mind. Finnick takes a step forward,
"Hello there, sunshine,"
"Hello," then she looks at me and lights up, "and hello you!" I smile and warmly give her a small hug. She flips her heels and walks down the street turning her head to yelp our way, "Com'on follow me guys!" We walk lightly next to her as she skips down the street. Citizens recognize us and who were with, giving us breathless sighs I hope they're sighing over how unfortunate we are right now, I know I am.
I let out a sigh and Finnick smirks my way,
"Hold your breath love, I'm right here," he says as he kisses me cheek. Rosie skips to the front of massive steel gates, undaunted by the size. There was a long brick path that led to a mansion as white as his smile.
We follow her up the path and Finnick goes, "Hey Kat, did you know back in the year 2000 I think, there was this thing called a White House. Apprently snow modeled his house off to look like the one in history books."
"Oh please Finnick, that's a myth. People didn't do that stuff back then." I wonder what they did do… So primitive, I shutter. This road is rather long and yet it's too short. I can see myself nearing the entrance.
"Hai, Charlie! These are my friends," Rosie says to a peacekeeper, pointing at us. He nods and she pulls us inside. We stand in a grand hall of marble, and pulls us like the ragdolls we are up a marvelous flight of marble stairs. She opens the first pair of grand, white doors on the left of the staircase and inside is in her bedroom. It was powder pink sleeping area with canopy bed and reminded me of a princess tale. It had snow flakes painted on the walls in white and the furniture had a clear glaze of cream over all of it. She ran to a short little, tea table and called us over, gitty with excitement,
"Join me for tea! It's tea time!" We follow and giggle and sit by her on small separate stools. She sat in what looked like a mini queen chair, fitting. Fitting for an ice princess.
"Hey sweetie, where is the tea?" I don't see any play dishes or child tea sets, were just sitting at an empty table. I look around and see if I can see them around her room.
"The Anvox will be here soon," she smiles. I knew she was evil; I scowl for a split second.
"Nice house you got her, Little Princess," Finnick charmingly says to hide the fact that we were disgusted.
"Thanks!" she looks up, "Oh, goodie the Anvox is here!" She looks vaguely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it, and she put a small, hot pot of tea on the table along with three china cups and sugar cubes.
Finnick's eyes light up and he snatches a cube immediately offering one to the Anvox in his seductive voice. She looks away barley cracking a smile and walks away.
"Don't give her anything," the child says alarmingly coldly, "She doesn't deserve it."
Finnick and I exchange a glance and he puts his hand on her shoulder, chiming, "Oh heavens, of course not, it's for you!" plopping the cube in her empty cup.
"Allow me," I say while pouring the tea into the glasses. I watch Finnick put at least six cubes in his and when he offers to add some to mine, I make sure to say no. We sit an what I feel is an awkward silence and drink our tea.
"Are you guys excited for the hunger games too?" she beams at us, what kind of creature is this?
Finnick laughs suddenly and replies with a flat, monotone, "No."
That doesnt make any sense at all, whats-so-ever, we just had the games just a few weeks ago. Well, actually. I do not know how long I was alseep but I assume it wasn't a month. "It's called the 77th ½ Games, " she giggles. Then it makes sense, no one was crowned last time…
"Same old people?" Finnick questions.
"I dunno."
"When will they inform the public?"
"Well, not for a few months, " she hums, "but people like you will know when Snow probablly tell you" Suddenly she becomes red and frantic, "Oh don't tell him I told you! It's a secret"
The light sparkles in Finnick's eyes and curls his lips, "I won't…. I love secrets."
"Really? Me too" she lights up, "Tell me one! Both of you!"
He covers me as to say 'I'll do this' and says, "Well… I love Katniss Everdeen… And-"
"That's a lie," she coldly says, "Grandpapa said he forced you two just like he forces you to love other people too." That child talks too much, it's rude.
Suddenly Finnick looks furious, and he slams his palms on the table, gingerly screaming, "You're grandfather is a murderer!" Her eyes open wide with shock and her mouth forms a small 'o'. She then takes a sip of her tea and sighs,
"So are both of you," and she sips her tea again, "You killed countless people, I was watching from the crowd," she maniacally giggles again. For a girl Prim's age, she is vicious and cold hearted, a worthy tribute to the Games. Finnick lets it go, it's not like we had a choice. We don't have a choice.
"This is boring, are you guys good at acting?"
"Oh, like you wouldn't believe," I say sarcastically. Very pleased with herself, she cheers and sits on her bed, telling us to act in front her bed on the floor of a fairytale to watch. We act a half-ass version of Cinderella until she falls asleep.
"I think dying in the Games could've been better than this," Finnick jokes, I nod and accept the comic relief. The Anvox appears once more and motions us to follow her down the grand steps into a vast hall to the left, then through a door leading to a exquisite, gaudy dinning hall.
"So glad my guests of honor could make it," an icy voice calls out, "Please take a seat." We follow the voice and aim to sit on the very end away from the voice but it calls out again telling us to sit next to him. We obey. We always obey.
Finnick kisses his cheek and bows his head, taking the seat to the right of the table next to him, which means I get the seat to the left.
"Hello, Mr. President," I flash a fake smile, kissing his hand, "What pleasure do we owe this meeting?" I am so funny.
"Oh please, it's not unusual," he snorts, "I thought Mr. Odair would of gotten you use to these occasions by now." Not funny.
And then it hit me. I know why we are here. I flash back to Finnick pulling my hair as I cry in his face, then it his me: I want to go home.