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redshiftlogs2021-02-14 12:54 pm
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ψ handsome in a mansion with a view
Who: Finnick & Annie
What: It's not Valentine's Day, but it's Valentine's Day
When: Mid-February
Where: Finnick & Annie's apartment
Warnings: None yet, but some may come up
They do a lot of stupid things in the Capitol. All sorts of excuses for parties and fads and darling you have to be there or oh you must buy it or haven't you heard about it?
As a victor, Finnick always had enough money to do whatever he wanted, but he'd never really understood the point a lot of the time. In District 4, they celebrated when they had something to celebrate, or when the Capitol mandated it. Ordinary people didn't have money to waste on we're dying our hair pink this week or everyone has to try this new cake. But they'd had a couple of their stupid fads that he'd enjoyed; one year, he'd been asked to write some poetry for their lovers' day. He's forgotten what they called it, but it had sounded fun. Fun if he could do it with Annie.
Here, Finnick and Annie can do whatever they want. They're married, have been for over a year now, and nobody here questions it. So today, vaguely remembering things people did in the Capitol but mostly just looking for a vague excuse, he's planning to pamper her. He's been to the bar and swiped some bottles of champagne. He's been back to the collection of stores that have appeared outside the city over time; fortunately there have never been enough people here to completely loot the place and he's found a few cute necklaces, some new clothes for them both and some makeup. It's still not really possible to get much in the way of fancy food here, but at least if they get hungry, they can cook in their apartment.
He misses sweet things, but he's making do.
Annie's in the fish lab when he gets back, and he takes the time while she's out to set up. Puts the bottle of champagne on the coffee table by the couch that looks out over the park. Showers, dresses in some baggy jeans and a tight shirt, and puts on some of his newly-swiped makeup. Then he sprawls himself out across the couch to wait for his wife.
What: It's not Valentine's Day, but it's Valentine's Day
When: Mid-February
Where: Finnick & Annie's apartment
Warnings: None yet, but some may come up
They do a lot of stupid things in the Capitol. All sorts of excuses for parties and fads and darling you have to be there or oh you must buy it or haven't you heard about it?
As a victor, Finnick always had enough money to do whatever he wanted, but he'd never really understood the point a lot of the time. In District 4, they celebrated when they had something to celebrate, or when the Capitol mandated it. Ordinary people didn't have money to waste on we're dying our hair pink this week or everyone has to try this new cake. But they'd had a couple of their stupid fads that he'd enjoyed; one year, he'd been asked to write some poetry for their lovers' day. He's forgotten what they called it, but it had sounded fun. Fun if he could do it with Annie.
Here, Finnick and Annie can do whatever they want. They're married, have been for over a year now, and nobody here questions it. So today, vaguely remembering things people did in the Capitol but mostly just looking for a vague excuse, he's planning to pamper her. He's been to the bar and swiped some bottles of champagne. He's been back to the collection of stores that have appeared outside the city over time; fortunately there have never been enough people here to completely loot the place and he's found a few cute necklaces, some new clothes for them both and some makeup. It's still not really possible to get much in the way of fancy food here, but at least if they get hungry, they can cook in their apartment.
He misses sweet things, but he's making do.
Annie's in the fish lab when he gets back, and he takes the time while she's out to set up. Puts the bottle of champagne on the coffee table by the couch that looks out over the park. Showers, dresses in some baggy jeans and a tight shirt, and puts on some of his newly-swiped makeup. Then he sprawls himself out across the couch to wait for his wife.
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This is familiar. It's an old game, like one they used to play when he'd come back from the Capitol and was recovered enough to lavish her with the gifts he'd brought back and the affection he'd had to stifle while he was gone. This time, it's not a reunion. It's not even the apology he'd wanted to work into everything he did every time he came back to her from them.
It's as simple as wanting to see that flush in her face, to hear that delighted laugh. It's that he loves her and now, nobody can take that from them.
He doesn't get up. All he does is straighten a little, prop an arm under himself and lift his shoulders up off the couch. It's a fairly open invitation to her to come closer, with the added advantage of letting the way the shirt clings to his body remain on full display.
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Another laugh. Again, delighted. A little incredulous. Not disbelieving, not exactly, at least... not in a nasty way. But, delight.
It's a familiar surprise, all of this. A party for two, like they'd throw back home, back in their mansions. Then, they'd drip with gems and pearls, sparkle with glitter and getting tipsy on their own ridiculousness. Here, they can't do that, not with the same glamour, but she'd-
She'd missed that. This.
"How did you find presents here?" Annie asks, making her way over to him. She forgets to make it flirty, at least until she tucks herself in against him. He really is such a charming, ridiculous person when he wants to be.
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He loves that laugh. He loves the joy in her voice. He loves that they don't have to hide anymore, that they're married and together and nobody here doubts it, or knows them any other way.
"Mmm," he says, his eyes sparkling. His eyelids are shimmering with glitter over the top of eyeshadow that's darker than he'd normally wear but was also what was left to steal at the store. He knows how to make it work, and it does; the dramatic darkness draws out the brightness of his eyes' green. "You sure you want to know all my methods?"
If Annie had forgotten to turn on the flirtation that usually goes with this game, Finnick hasn't. Nor does he mind; they play this however they want to, and he's also well aware after the years he's been with her that sometimes, his charm offensives can be overwhelming. That's part of the game too.
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(Including plotting when to pull away and have a shower. She can work that into a flirt.)
"Well," she says, drawing out the word as she looks up at him. "Maybe not all your methods. Have to maintain your air of mystery.
But- Maybe a hint."
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He looks down into her dark eyes, eyes that today are full of dancing light, not the storms that sometimes overtake them.
"Let's say I know a few places you can find things where nobody's going to miss them."
In other words, he stole them. Not that it should be much of a surprise to his wife. She's seen him seduce far more expensive things out of his patrons in the Capitol than the few things he'd stolen for her from the old shop outside the city. It's good there aren't many people left in Anchor now, because it had meant there were still enough things to choose something worth stealing. It wasn't like a Cornucopia two weeks into the Games with only useless things left after the tributes had picked it over.
He lowers his head to brush his lips lightly against hers.