12 October 2012
I've been Making nets all day, my fingers are numb and my head hurts. It turns 4:00, so I start walking to the beach. Finnick's already in the water when I get there, standing patiently, waiting for the fish. I sit by the water's edge, letting the water tickle my feet. He breaks the ice, "hey." He doesn't make eye contact, just carries on fishing.
"Hi" silence... "caught anything?" He looks up at me and smiles. "No, not a thing." He throws his trident on to the sand, ducks under the water, resurfaces and shakes his wet hair. "coming in?"
Finnick Fanfic #4 • Opuss № I