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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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And yet...
Annie wraps her hand around Finnick's and beams at him. Her eyes are bright and so is her smile. No matter that they are in a strange place, that they are mostly alone here besides Johanna, that she's had to gather up the hem of her dress so it doesn't get dirty, no matter all of that, she's marrying him. And that is sweet beyond anything.
"I am," she says. Her voice is a little hushed with nerves and excitement, and her eyes do scan the surrounds just in case, but she is ready.
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But he knows Annie, and he knows that she gets nervous about things, so he had to ask. he squeezes her hand and grins across at her.
"Johanna got you a good dress. You look beautiful."
It's very much something Johanna would have picked for her rather than Annie picking it herself, but it's beautiful, slinky and elegant with a mermaid silhouette and pretty beaded patterns. It was a thoughtful gift, as much as any of the gifts they'd idly thought of then found themselves giving had been, and he's grateful to Johanna for that. And for so many other things today.
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She's wearing boots, rather than pretty heels, and the straps are not much protection against the cool breeze, but it's worth it. It is all worth it for this day and the look on Finnick's face.
Annie blushes, murmurs a thanks, and is for a moment at loss for what to do with her hands. One is captured by Finnick, the other occupied with her dress. But she lifts their joined hands and kisses his. He's beautiful, too, and he knows it, and she's trying to get better at just accepting compliments here where she doesn't have to hide so much.
"Are you ready?"
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Of course, he'd love her even if she were wearing the now-dirty white outfit she'd arrived in, if her hair were still dirty and matted, because her beauty isn't about what she's wearing or how her hair is done: she's beautiful because she's Annie. The outfit and the braids and pretty ribbons and golden-glowing necklace just make her look even better. Her prettiness is heightened by the flush in her cheeks, and he knows she doesn't always do well with compliments, but it's their wedding day, the day for her to feel beautiful and wanted and loved.
Her lips are warm on his skin, and he holds the back of his hand to her face for a moment before he lets their hands drop again.
"Absolutely." He hadn't been, always, not when Johanna first suggested it. But he's ready for it now, wholeheartedly. "Once I was sure it was possible." It's a happy thought, one to hold onto, big and warm in his heart and spreading out through his whole body. They'd always had to steal happiness before they came here, sneaking in secret shadows to be together, but here they are, taking it openly for themselves.
They don't need to say much, so they don't. Instead, they walk together, hand-in-hand, until they arrive at the church. Finnick leads her into the building, squeezing her hand reassuringly as they enter.
"Father Mulcahy?"