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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 6:28:52 GMT
Amy took a few seconds to process what Fin was saying, her mind working in a million different directions. "Angela." The name came out more of a statement than a question, several odd things she had done in the relatively short time they knew each other suddenly clicking in to place. Angela Rockefellar wasn't his sister, she was his mother. "That makes sense. I'm sorry about your father though. It sounds like you did find justice for him, even If it cost you your peace." Squeezing the hand she was still holding reassuringly, Amy looked up at fin and tried to hold back some of her growing concern. The more they spoke, the worse fin's story became and she hated that. If anyone in the district, maybe all of Panem, deserved a happy ending, it was Finley.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 5:22:19 GMT
Fin was relieved, and unsurprised, that Amy guessed who is mother was, and made sense of it. He nodded as she finished speaking with a squeeze of the hand, "you understand how delicate this is, of course. I've never..." he paused, just looking at her for a moment, "I've never told anybody that before." He was relieved, to say the least, that he could trust someone with why he was so brutal during the games, why he volunteered, and why he had won. Most just thought he was a cocky jerk who just wanted to prove something. Well, he did, but not that he was better than anyone else.
"Hey Am," he started, leaning forward a little, "I hope you don't think... well, I wanted to kiss you. Want to. I just lost my focus," he tried to say but his words were jumbled and muttered.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 20:22:24 GMT
"I'm glad that you told me...about your parents and about earlier." Amy couldn't quite find a way to make herself say the word kiss, though she wished he would go ahead and do it. Still, she wouldn't push him now after everything he had just told her. Closing most of the distance between them, she rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes. "take your time. I don't want to do anything that you'll regret later." The gesture was meant to be innocent, though she was almost sure it wasn't. Fin was going to be the death of her, no doubt about it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2015 23:24:07 GMT
She leaned in with that sweet voice, touching her forehead against his. "I wouldn't regret it," he said, his voice soft as a whisper again. He held there for a moment, before leaning in and kissing her on the cheek lightly. He pulled away and moved to take a look at her leg, "should be able to walk soon. May I?" he asked, gently touching the bottom of the pant leg asking to roll them up.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2015 23:49:48 GMT
Amy nodded, moving so that he could easier. Almost as soon as her ankle was revealed, she knew it was the problem. The skin was swollen and bruised, but she was almost sure it wasn't broken. It looked like the swelling had just locked it up and made it tender. "alright, how about this. Help me over to the ladder and climb down first so that I don't fall." It was the best solution she could come up with for now, short of finding a rope and that just wasn't happening.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2015 16:55:05 GMT
Fin rolled the pant leg up as high as it would go, catching sight of a rather large bruise and swollen ankle. He sucked in air through his teeth and shook his head. He turned to her at her suggestion, "I don't have to be anywhere, do you?" yup, he was suggesting spending yet another night together, if they had to wait that long. Maybe he was suggesting it on purpose... he didn't know where his mind was.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2015 6:17:48 GMT
"No, I don't. It is winter though and it's bound to get could in here sooner or later." Amy pointed out, though she didn't quite mind the idea of staying. The barn was better insulated than most houses and there were blankets lying around, some of them close by. They could stay if they needed or wanted to. "But if you'll stay, then I don't see any rush." Their only problem was that she was getting tired and probably didn't need to sleep for at least a few hours. A small yawn betrayed her at the same time Amy thought about it, and she narrowly resisted the urge to lay her head on Fin's shoulder to drift away right then and there.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 2:01:30 GMT
She was right, of course, it was going to get cold in here. Logic always wins out, doesn't it? But then a ray of hope came through as she went on to say that there wasn't any rush in leaving. As she yawned, Fin rolled her pant leg back down, moving up to sit beside her once more. This time, he made sure they were shoulder to shoulder. "Hey Amy..." he started, "if you're tired you can sleep. I'll take first watch."
"I'll take first watch."
His hands balled into fists as more memories from the games started to rush his mind and he turned away from her for a moment, not wanting to reveal the anger and weakness burning on his face. After a few breaths, he unclenched his fists and turned back toward her. How was he supposed to be supportive if he was practically a maniac?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 2:17:06 GMT
The instant Fin turned away, Amy knew something was wrong again. Another flashback if she had to guess. His clenched fists and heavy breathing let her know she was right. "I'm not going to sleep, not until you tell me what's wrong. And don't lie. I might be in pain, but you've been suffering and I refuse to let you do that alone." Not anymore, not when she was there. If the last few days was any indication, they had come to far for her to turn her back on him now.
Her hand reached out for his as she spoke. They were warm and familiar, any remaining shyness she had about being that bold had left her by now. Fin needed to know that Amy was here, and that here was real. If the best way she could do that was by being assertive, then so be it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 1:56:01 GMT
Amy called him out on his little breakdown, and he cursed in his head. He looked down at her hand, as she took his, letting her do it even if his hand twitched slightly as they made contact. He looked up at her, his eyes widening for a quick moment before softening back to a relaxed state. "It's just more flashbacks, more memories, I don't know what else to say," he was being sincere, completely honest. He had no idea where else to go with these memories, what else to say about them.
He leaned his head back against the side of the barn, keeping his eyes on her as he did so, "I... don't feel like I know who I am anymore."
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