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[July 23] [The Hunger Games] Where Were You?
Title: Where Were You?
Day/Theme: July 23, 2012 "I awoke to an empty chair"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags & Finnick, etc.
Rating: PG
I am vaguely aware of the words circling around me from the two men who have accompanied me to the hospital, but my thoughts are firmly focused on the young man I am coming to meet. We reach his room and I open the door. "Are you jealous?" Woof says to Shad as Finnick hops out of the bed and into my arms. I hug him tight and he holds me in return.
As District 4's male mentor this year, Shad could have reasonably expected to be the one training Finnick. He could have been the one bringing home another District 4 victor this year. But I liked this boy, so much, immediately. When I make that kind of decision, I don't think any of District 4's other victors would deny me- it's their own talents and inner strength (and a bit of luck, ultimately) that led them to win, but those that I mentored, the men in particular, can't help but see a bit of destiny in the fact that I chose to mentor them.
They don't think of the ones I picked and failed. Or the ones who got me when our district didn't have anyone else and there were no choices involved.
"Why weren't you here right when I woke up, Mags?" Finnick asks me.
"Because you woke up way too fast!" Shad avers, saying exactly what I am thinking.
"It seems that I underestimated you, Finnick Odair," I gaze into his beautiful green eyes and wonder at what a cheerful and steady boy he still seems to be. I am happy that he has not been destroyed by what's he's seen and done, but at the same time I am worried, because the hidden wound is often deeper as far as these things are concerned.
"I told you not to do that! I told you right away, but you didn't listen!" Finnick laughs (and shivers at the same time, at least I imagine).
"Well, you can't blame the lady. You are pretty exceptional," Woof chimes in, while Shad, though smiling, wipes a tear from his eye at some unhappy memory (quickly, he must be hoping, before Finnick notices).
I hold Finnick tighter and whisper vague assurances of how well he will do in his upcoming final interview. I try to push aside the things I know that have befallen some other "exceptional" victors. It feels like a hundred years ago that fellow victor Jack Umber told me not to blend in, but not to be the center of attention either.
Finnick Odair, is, without a doubt, going to be the center of attention everywhere he goes for a very long time.
Day/Theme: July 23, 2012 "I awoke to an empty chair"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags & Finnick, etc.
Rating: PG
I am vaguely aware of the words circling around me from the two men who have accompanied me to the hospital, but my thoughts are firmly focused on the young man I am coming to meet. We reach his room and I open the door. "Are you jealous?" Woof says to Shad as Finnick hops out of the bed and into my arms. I hug him tight and he holds me in return.
As District 4's male mentor this year, Shad could have reasonably expected to be the one training Finnick. He could have been the one bringing home another District 4 victor this year. But I liked this boy, so much, immediately. When I make that kind of decision, I don't think any of District 4's other victors would deny me- it's their own talents and inner strength (and a bit of luck, ultimately) that led them to win, but those that I mentored, the men in particular, can't help but see a bit of destiny in the fact that I chose to mentor them.
They don't think of the ones I picked and failed. Or the ones who got me when our district didn't have anyone else and there were no choices involved.
"Why weren't you here right when I woke up, Mags?" Finnick asks me.
"Because you woke up way too fast!" Shad avers, saying exactly what I am thinking.
"It seems that I underestimated you, Finnick Odair," I gaze into his beautiful green eyes and wonder at what a cheerful and steady boy he still seems to be. I am happy that he has not been destroyed by what's he's seen and done, but at the same time I am worried, because the hidden wound is often deeper as far as these things are concerned.
"I told you not to do that! I told you right away, but you didn't listen!" Finnick laughs (and shivers at the same time, at least I imagine).
"Well, you can't blame the lady. You are pretty exceptional," Woof chimes in, while Shad, though smiling, wipes a tear from his eye at some unhappy memory (quickly, he must be hoping, before Finnick notices).
I hold Finnick tighter and whisper vague assurances of how well he will do in his upcoming final interview. I try to push aside the things I know that have befallen some other "exceptional" victors. It feels like a hundred years ago that fellow victor Jack Umber told me not to blend in, but not to be the center of attention either.
Finnick Odair, is, without a doubt, going to be the center of attention everywhere he goes for a very long time.