#finnick odair #annie cresta #fannie #fan fiction #a drop in the ocean #finnick #annie #hunger games #the hunger games #thg #fanfic
Preview for tonight’s Chapter, Knots:
It is not particularly pliant when I twist it so precisely, but it winds itself obediently in the ways my hands ask, slowly, so very slowly becoming easy enough to work with both eyes closed. I tighten it out of habit, now, a systematic repetition of crossing over and undoing that part of me thinks might somehow bind together all the things I can feel unraveling. The pads of my fingertips smell like freshly scaled salmon, but beneath the tang of the morning’s fishing, I know every individual ridge of each digit’s prints have not forgotten the tangles of umber hair, the gentle curves of porcelain collarbones. My teeth go to work worrying the inside of my cheek as I turn the length of rope tighter, hoping the rough, coarse fibers might rub away the whispering skin memories I am too stubborn to forget myself. A glimpse of tidepools flickers against the backs of my eyelids, perfect twin circles of verdant sea glass watching me through a ghostly glaze of starshine – I pull more insistently, weaving the same short strand over a hundred times, thinking I might be able to braid some imaginary netting should I need to catch the one thing that I know better than to attempt to hold again. As though she might be my own.
I have wove a net before, though that was only for the sake of making an easier way of pulling down thin, thrashing bodies and bringing a bloody, gurgling end to their fits of keening screams.
… to be continued