Strange things did happen here.. No stranger would it be..
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. (x)
He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,
The piercing shriek cuts me off. It’s another voice, not Prim’s, maybe a young woman’s. I don’t recognize it. But the effect on Finnick is instantaneous. The color vanishes from his face and I can actually see his pupils dilate in fear. “Finnick, wait!” I say, reaching out to reassure him, but he’s bolted away. Gone off in pursuit of the victim, as mindlessly as I pursued Prim.
Only then does he seem to notice our expressions,
the way we’re wrapped around each other.
Whatever it takes to break you.
For a moment we’re frozen, sizing each other up, our weapons, our skill.
Then Finnick suddenly grins. “Lucky thing we’re allies. Right?”
A lot of nights on the train, for instance,
Fangs bared, hackles raised, claws shooting out like switchblades.
This is no place for a girl on fire.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me.
Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong.
Portia and I spent a lot of hours watching fires..
I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out.
I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
It could be a joke, if the tone wasn’t so cold. Everything it conveys is wrong. The open distrust of Finnick, the implication that Peeta has his eye on Annie, that Annie could desert Finnick, that I do not even exist.
The End Is Where We Begin. (x)