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treadswaterWHO: Annie Cresta
WHERE: House #57 The Windemere
WHEN: 5th December
OPEN TO: Finnick Odair
WARNINGS: TBA as needed
STATUS: Ongoing
Things changed after the feast. It feels... Easier. She can touch Finnick again. She can kiss him, brush against him. Have sex again, which has helped taken the edge off. And while now, the smoke from the chimney and the occasional flickering light from the fireplace means that their location is now known if people think (even without Steve Rogers having found them), somehow it feels different. A more familiar fire. No hiding, just trying to keep an eye out. She knows that. She's grown up with that.
She doesn't know what to think of Johanna's theory. She's still mulling it over.
But she's mulling it over while climbing over the roof, so, it might count as progress. Annie doesn't know. What she does know are knots, ropes, and she secures a safety line to the chimney so if they fall, they don't break anything.
"All right, line secure!" Annie calls down to Finnick. "Bring the baking tray, would ya?"
Their tasks are divided: Finnick with the gutters and the chimney, Annie to knock the snow off the roof.
It's progress.
She hopes.
WHERE: House #57 The Windemere
WHEN: 5th December
OPEN TO: Finnick Odair
WARNINGS: TBA as needed
STATUS: Ongoing
Things changed after the feast. It feels... Easier. She can touch Finnick again. She can kiss him, brush against him. Have sex again, which has helped taken the edge off. And while now, the smoke from the chimney and the occasional flickering light from the fireplace means that their location is now known if people think (even without Steve Rogers having found them), somehow it feels different. A more familiar fire. No hiding, just trying to keep an eye out. She knows that. She's grown up with that.
She doesn't know what to think of Johanna's theory. She's still mulling it over.
But she's mulling it over while climbing over the roof, so, it might count as progress. Annie doesn't know. What she does know are knots, ropes, and she secures a safety line to the chimney so if they fall, they don't break anything.
"All right, line secure!" Annie calls down to Finnick. "Bring the baking tray, would ya?"
Their tasks are divided: Finnick with the gutters and the chimney, Annie to knock the snow off the roof.
It's progress.
She hopes.
