they should have seen it coming, shouldn’t they? the capital’s favorite game to play involved the mind and causing distress in all methods imaginable. forcing them back into the games was just another attempt at instilling obedience; unfortunately for them, finnick had never been a dog, nor scared of president snow and his reign of terror. he’d already discussed it with mags, and in the fifty fifty chance that annie was chosen, mags would volunteer her. finnick knew that he had to volunteer to protect mags (or annie) if he was not chosen, and in all likelihood, this was the last chance for he and annie to be together. he couldn’t sleep, had stared at the wall listlessly for hours as annie tossed and turned beside him before finally falling into a fitful sleep. as the sun began to rise, finnick rolled onto his side, lifting a gentle hand to caress annie’s jaw with his fingertips, hoping to emblaze her features so he would see them every time he closed his eyes.
@ofsacriilege !!
