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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-15 03:29 pm
fishermansweater) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-15 03:29 pm
ψ take me to church | CLOSED
WHO: Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta
WHERE: 6I: Church (House 24) & Odair Residence (House 57)
WHEN: 7 October
OPEN TO: Francis Mulcahy, Johanna Mason, Bodhi Rook
WARNINGS: Excessive amounts of sap. Possibility of references to traumatic backstory/sexual abuse.
If he'd been asked, perhaps Finnick would have imagined something different. In District Four, a wedding would have been a cause for celebration, with the formal part of the ceremony performed by a respected member of the community, and they would have been surrounded by people they knew. Not his family, no matter how much he would have wished them there, because they're long dead, destroyed in proof of the President's hold over him. But Annie's family, maybe, and the other District Four victors, and people they knew from the city. There'd have been a song about marriage being the voyage of love, and music and dancing. But that wedding was impossible in Panem, so impossible that Finnick had never allowed the image he thinks of now to tempt him.
It's only here, because they're away from Snow, that they can dare to do this. And if it's going to be simple, and different, what matters is that it's happening at all, and that Johanna will be there. He'll be with the two people left who mean the most to him, and at the end of the day, Annie will be his wife.
Finnick and Annie have spent days in preparation, working on the traditional net that should form a canopy over the couple. At Annie's suggestion, because the church-house is small and their supplies are limited, they'd draped it over the roof instead of setting up a canopy. Finnick's collected salt water from the sea -- if that's what it is -- to the east, to be used in the ceremony. They had wedding clothes already, gifts from Credence and Johanna on the day last winter when gifts had appeared. Annie even has a pretty necklace to wear, and Finnick's done her hair with the ribbons she'd gotten in one of her gift boxes from whoever's looking after them here.
They've been cleaning their house so they can have their small group of attendees and participants for a celebration lunch, and as much as possible is prepared ahead of time. That leaves just the ceremony itself, and at the designated time, the two of them make their way to the church.
[ starters in the comments, one for a short thread of the ceremony, and another for mixing at lunch ]
WHERE: 6I: Church (House 24) & Odair Residence (House 57)
WHEN: 7 October
OPEN TO: Francis Mulcahy, Johanna Mason, Bodhi Rook
WARNINGS: Excessive amounts of sap. Possibility of references to traumatic backstory/sexual abuse.
If he'd been asked, perhaps Finnick would have imagined something different. In District Four, a wedding would have been a cause for celebration, with the formal part of the ceremony performed by a respected member of the community, and they would have been surrounded by people they knew. Not his family, no matter how much he would have wished them there, because they're long dead, destroyed in proof of the President's hold over him. But Annie's family, maybe, and the other District Four victors, and people they knew from the city. There'd have been a song about marriage being the voyage of love, and music and dancing. But that wedding was impossible in Panem, so impossible that Finnick had never allowed the image he thinks of now to tempt him.
It's only here, because they're away from Snow, that they can dare to do this. And if it's going to be simple, and different, what matters is that it's happening at all, and that Johanna will be there. He'll be with the two people left who mean the most to him, and at the end of the day, Annie will be his wife.
Finnick and Annie have spent days in preparation, working on the traditional net that should form a canopy over the couple. At Annie's suggestion, because the church-house is small and their supplies are limited, they'd draped it over the roof instead of setting up a canopy. Finnick's collected salt water from the sea -- if that's what it is -- to the east, to be used in the ceremony. They had wedding clothes already, gifts from Credence and Johanna on the day last winter when gifts had appeared. Annie even has a pretty necklace to wear, and Finnick's done her hair with the ribbons she'd gotten in one of her gift boxes from whoever's looking after them here.
They've been cleaning their house so they can have their small group of attendees and participants for a celebration lunch, and as much as possible is prepared ahead of time. That leaves just the ceremony itself, and at the designated time, the two of them make their way to the church.
[ starters in the comments, one for a short thread of the ceremony, and another for mixing at lunch ]
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"Don't thank me, I didn't do anything other than get your head out of your ass and it was already slick from so many times being fucked," she drawls, aware that maybe she's also supposed to back off on the crudeness, but she can't be perfect. Still, she can peel away some of the layers of vitriol and bitterness and admit this much: "I'm glad that you're both happy. I'm glad someone is."
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And he's more than used to insults about sex from people he likes far less than he does Johanna.
So he just keeps smiling.
"We couldn't have done this without you. I'd never have dared. So that happiness is down to you."
He makes to hug her, because it's the best way to express the sheer joy he's feeling, but aware of giving her the chance to tell him to get lost.
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"One hug," is all that she warns before she lets him get in there with that embrace, even going so far as to wrap her arms around him back. She's not anti-affection, but it's been so long since she's had anything like this that she's out of practice, honestly, and she's not entirely sure it feels right. That's what happens when you lose all your family from being stubborn about your body's autonomy. "Don't fuck it up," she warns.
"If I hear that the two of you are fighting and having problems, you know someone's going to get axed, probably you," she says, bluntly.
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He doesn't hug her for too long; he likes and respects Johanna too much to push physical boundaries, but he does hug her tight for a moment, because that can say more than words, sometimes.
"I won't," he promises. "We've waited too long for that."
Her threat makes him laugh, though he doesn't think she's joking. When he speaks, though, his voice is earnest. "If we have problems, I deserve the axing." He pauses for a moment for emphasis. "Not going to happen."
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Now that he has a chance to make this work without worrying that he's betraying her safety or his heart or whatever other soppy things that people who fall in love think, she's pretty sure that they're going to do it right.
"So what happens next? I know you can't go all out like they would back in Four, but what other things should I be dreading?"