27 January 2013
She doesn't know how beautiful she is. Her crystal blue eyes sparkle in the light and a draft blows gently in her long, fair hair. I see the way people look at her, in the market, around the district and it makes me really jealous. I wish I could stop being such a coward and tell her that I love her. I wish she was mine. If she were mine, I would always protect her, but she's not and I'm helpless against the blasted Capitol. Trying to take my mind off it, I lift the cat onto the bed. "What are you going to call it anyway?" I ask. She pauses and looks up at me. "He. HE is a boy."
"I stand corrected." I laugh, holding my hands up in the air. "Finn. I think I'm going to call him Finn." She whispers softly, stroking it's black, silky fur. It nestles into her chest, purring violently and contently. "And why is that?" I push confidently. "Shut up." She mumbles, nudging me on the arm. She places the kitten on the floor and stands up. " where are you going?" "Don't look so worried." She laughs at me. Walking over to a small dresser, she opens the draw and unfolds a white, large, long, baggy jumper and walks into the bathroom. After a minute or two, she reappears. Her hands reach out to close the blinds, "I'll do that, you just get ready for bed or whatever." She nods and goes to sit at a small wooden desk, with a large mirror. I unbutton my old blue shirt and lie on the bed, with my hands placed behind my head. She takes a soft-bristled brush and begins combing her long hair. "Let's get some sleep." I suggest. "Don't want to be late tomorrow." She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
Finnick Fanfic #18 • Opuss № I