#secondnell

         “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” remarks beatrice quietly, before offering out a cup of tea as she sits down across from the other. “and you look like you could use this more than me.”

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“ Nell, ” Finnick began, his tone soft and hushed an unconscious precaution for if he was not so gentle with his voice it could easily bring the other to shatter. He reached out for her hand to pull her back to the surface with him rather than wherever she attempted to hide during this conversation. Of course, he had no idea what went on in her mind, he was not going to blatantly assume that what was trapped inside was not so threatening. However, Finnick had dealt with a similar case with his past love. Nell and Annie were two different people but he had learned how to deal with the moments where it was difficult to understand. Finnick was able to be the stability for someone so fragile. In that case, Nell wouldn’t be so different and he would do everything to be there for her just like he was with Annie.

Now, the question was did he dispell his past to the woman in front of him or just carry on and make her understand that there was no reason to distance herself from him. Finnick ran his thumb over the back of her hand looking to her with hopeful eyes. “ You may be right that I don’t want to be there but if that’s where you are that’s where I need to be. There’s no reason for you to be alone in that dark place in your mind. I’ve seen firsthand the destruction that happens when the mind has an uncontrollable hold on someone. ” For a moment he was falling back into thought of that time but he did his best to shake it off and give Nell a smile. “ Sorry to break it to you but you really can’t get rid of me that easily. ” A classic Finnick Odair move, to bring out the light-heartedness that was hidden underneath a serious conversation, an attempt to bring a smile matching his own onto the other’s lips.

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡  𝐛𝐞  𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 , 𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞    —-    easy not to point fingers ,  for it was visible to the eye how difficult it was ,  being a mother by itself .  the thing was ,  it didn’t really matter :  it was tammy who made things even harder ,  𝒂  𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆  𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆  𝒃𝒚  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 .  and tammy was no fool ,  she’s always been aware of the risks .  now ,  even success has a bitter undertone for the  𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥  that comes along with it .  was she even in the right to ask for more ,  having so much at home ?  so much of the material ,  alongside with such  𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝  family ?  it was easier to criticize herself being the one inside her head ;  it came to her naturally .     ❝    well ,  that  makes  you  the  one  between  the  two  of  us ,  then .    ❞    for tammy ,  herself ,  had plenty of judgement towards herself to do .  she appreciates the other’s words ,  though ,  the  𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣  of comfort .     ❝    thanks  a  lot  for  watching  the  kids ,  nell .   you  sure  you  got  enough  to  eat ?  i  can  make  you  some  hot  chocolate  before  you  go  home ,  if  you  want .    ❞    it was better to focus on something else ,  for it was done now ,  one way or another .  at least she had some  𝕗𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤  ,  extra thousands on her bank account to make up for the temporary guilt .

      𝒔𝒉𝒆   𝒉𝒂𝒅   𝒉𝒆𝒓   𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏   𝒂𝒕   ‘ 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 ’.     ❛   yeah,   i   had   the   complete   opposite   problem.   once   upon   a   time,   i   was   a   little   perfectionist   on   top   of   the   social   pyramid,   best   dressed,   perfect   grades.   THEN   i   get   to   high   school   and   spirits   with   definitely   sketchy   agendas   are   showing   up   on   my   doorstep   and   giving   me   flowers.   trust   me,   sweetheart,   you   had   it   easy,    ❜   rose   stained   petals   form   a   ghosting   smirk   as   she   leans   closer,   whispering   as   if   sharing   a   juicy   secret.     ❛   and,   ah  …  quick   tip   ?   popularity   is   overrated.   ❜

“That’s not funny, Nell.” Hugh wrung his hands, sitting on the edge of the stoop. He looked out into the night with longing. If only they could leave. If only they could all leave, maybe Olivia would be herself again. Maybe they all wouldn’t feel like they had to die, even being dead. 

“You know, I wanted-” he let go of his hands, opening them for emphasis. “I wanted to protect you all. Even now. But-”

             She looked up from her book. “It will pass, it always does.” A smile curved the edges of her lips. “Considering I seem to be both foreign and a witch I am the most to be in danger. Yet I am not panicking.” She motioned to the open chair next to her. “You should sit, and I’ll make some tea.” Could she be anymore British?  She closed her book, set it on the table beside her before she rose to her feet. “There is nothing to worry about.”