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ψ come morning light | closed to Kate
Sep. 10th, 2017 06:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fishermansweaterWHO: Finnick Odair
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Early September
OPEN TO: Kate Kelly
WARNINGS: Mentions of depression
It's strange, having a future to plan for. Except it's not really a future, because how can it be, in this place? Or maybe it's more than it's not really a plan. Whichever it is, he's not used to thinking about what he wants. He plans for the revolution. He plans for seduction and the secrets he'll steal with it. He plans for how to make it through the weeks each year he spends in the Capitol. Anything more than that disappears into the distance, overridden by the President's demands. Maybe that's why he hasn't known how to plan for the wedding. Or maybe it's just that the past months have been so hard. Or maybe he just never believed it actually would happen.
Annie, though, does believe. Now that she's helped him steer safe to shore through the storm that raged in him for weeks, she wants to know when it can happen. How it can happen. And that's one question he's not sure he can answer, because there's still one thing he hasn't worked out: who actually will marry them. Johanna had suggested Peeta could perform the ceremony, but he's gone now. There's just him and Annie and Johanna from Panem now, and that means he needs to find someone else, who can marry them in whatever way the people here are used to.
He doesn't know who that would be, either, but there are one or two people he thinks might, and of them, Kate Kelly is the one he knows best and, more importantly, trusts most. So this morning, when Finnick brings by the excess fish from his catch, he sits near the basket of fish, by the steps of the Inn, until he hears the door open.
"Kate Kelly," he says, in greeting.
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: Early September
OPEN TO: Kate Kelly
WARNINGS: Mentions of depression
It's strange, having a future to plan for. Except it's not really a future, because how can it be, in this place? Or maybe it's more than it's not really a plan. Whichever it is, he's not used to thinking about what he wants. He plans for the revolution. He plans for seduction and the secrets he'll steal with it. He plans for how to make it through the weeks each year he spends in the Capitol. Anything more than that disappears into the distance, overridden by the President's demands. Maybe that's why he hasn't known how to plan for the wedding. Or maybe it's just that the past months have been so hard. Or maybe he just never believed it actually would happen.
Annie, though, does believe. Now that she's helped him steer safe to shore through the storm that raged in him for weeks, she wants to know when it can happen. How it can happen. And that's one question he's not sure he can answer, because there's still one thing he hasn't worked out: who actually will marry them. Johanna had suggested Peeta could perform the ceremony, but he's gone now. There's just him and Annie and Johanna from Panem now, and that means he needs to find someone else, who can marry them in whatever way the people here are used to.
He doesn't know who that would be, either, but there are one or two people he thinks might, and of them, Kate Kelly is the one he knows best and, more importantly, trusts most. So this morning, when Finnick brings by the excess fish from his catch, he sits near the basket of fish, by the steps of the Inn, until he hears the door open.
"Kate Kelly," he says, in greeting.
