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Disclaimer: Not my characters. Title from Emeli Sande's Read All About It Pt. III

Summary: Finnick reads a poem to his true love in the Capitol.

AN: Fuck Harry Styles for making me aware of this song because now all i do is weep and make it fit all my OTPs because this is what my life has been reduced to. Spoilers through most of Catching Fire. 

He thought this would feel good. Or at least better.

He’s imagined this moment probably tens of thousands of millions of times in the past eight years, fantasized about the looks on their grotesque fucking faces as he smiled bright and stood tall and told them about a love that could never would never be theirs.

He’s thought of that love radiating off him in waves, enveloping him in a tight protective twist from their broken-hearted cries of disappointment and wails of protest. Because: when he is with Annie he can move mountains and shake the sky because they are the sea and they are unrelenting and beautiful and powerful as all hell break loose. Sometimes he’ll find her smile in her hidden dark places and it builds something up inside him, something that’s stronger and better and brighter than he realized he could even be, now—she can bring back the parts of him they killed and buried before he even knew she existed because she is brilliant and they are a miracle and he thinks he could tear down cities with Annie’s smile.

So he tries.

He smiles bright and stands tall and stares down and their adoring faces and speaks in stilted awkward stanzas that are beautiful because Annie is beautiful and he tries not to vomit because this is it, it is radiating off his skin every cell of his damn body crying out for her her her and they lap it up and

it feels raw and used, how they take this love and make it their own and he hates them for claiming this too with their manicured claws and sharpened teeth and he hates himself for giving it up and he hates them again for making it the only way to keep her safe.

and he smiles bright and stands tall and thinks of how he’ll gladly watch them burn for her. 


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 5th, 2012 03:19 am (UTC)
I like angry Finnick. He should get angry with them more often.

The language of this is lovely.
Jun. 6th, 2012 08:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
Jun. 6th, 2012 07:45 am (UTC)
I love both pieces you just posted! And, in particular, I love this one. Just... the language is really outstanding, I have to agree with the comment above me. Also your characterization of Finnick is superb.

And I finally stalked your THG fic tag. All of your Annie stuff makes me so happy! We don't see nearly enough of her.
Jun. 6th, 2012 08:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! Finnick's my favorite, so I'm glad to hear the characterization worked!

(I adore Annie, if it wasn't painfully obvious--I have a thing for minor characters, and I've had many a meta/headcanon discussion about here, haha)
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