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31_days2014-12-17 07:41 pm
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[Dec. 17] [THG] Go to the Sea, Throw in a Hook
Title: Go to the Sea, Throw in a Hook
Day/Theme: Dec. 17, 2014 "In your tragic wedding gown with your long hair hanging down"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: Annie/Finnick, Mags/OC
Rating: PG
The topic of discussion on the gossipy program moved from the stuff that Mags enjoyed about various victors' children and grandchildren to something about Finnick. She wouldn't have watched it even if the young man in question hadn't been in her living room at the time. It had been years since there'd been anything for her to gain from paying attention to those segments- the things they said changed, but what they meant stayed the same.
"Mags," Annie spoke into the silence, sharp-edged from the contrast, "How long were you married?"
"Mags and 'Lito Ortiz were not married," Finnick answered expertly, as if saving his mentor the trouble, "But I understand why you might think that. I thought the same thing before."
But there was another answer and Mags delivered it. "Only twenty days."
Annie put down her end of the decoration of braided, colored cord she and Finnick were making, brow furrowing with a sadness that brought to mind the expression she wore when she was pulled from the arena's flood water. "Twenty days…? That's so short. What did someone do that was so wrong?"
Mags shook her head, remembering, but not spelling out the details. "That's why I want the two of you to have a properly witnessed and authorized wedding."
Finnick tugged the next part of the project in place forcefully. "I didn't know you were married! Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"There didn't seem to be any particular reason to mention it. I suppose I would've told you if you asked. …It just never came up. After all, it was a very long time ago."
"Annie, how did you know then?"
"I didn't. Finnick, she didn't tell me," she wanted to reassure him that although there were conversations the two women shared among themselves, they generally didn't dwell much on Mags' life and past. "It's just… I saw that photo in her bedroom last week when we were getting out the winter quilts and…I started thinking. …I guessed."
"Photo?" These threads didn't tie together as directly for Finnick as they did for Annie. "Which one?"
"The one on her nightstand," Annie explained patiently, "Where there's a man smiling next to Mags who isn't in any of the other pictures. That's her husband."
"That's the first victor," Finnick countered.
"His name was Jack," Mags wove these facts together, "And he was both those things."
"Thirteen's ashes!" Finnick swore, "A victor from another district…! I guess that explains the twenty days."
"And that's why you're going to wait," Mags let herself laugh, "I'll be doing all I can to see that the two of you can have what so many of us could not. And that you can have it for all your, hopefully, very long lives."
Day/Theme: Dec. 17, 2014 "In your tragic wedding gown with your long hair hanging down"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: Annie/Finnick, Mags/OC
Rating: PG
The topic of discussion on the gossipy program moved from the stuff that Mags enjoyed about various victors' children and grandchildren to something about Finnick. She wouldn't have watched it even if the young man in question hadn't been in her living room at the time. It had been years since there'd been anything for her to gain from paying attention to those segments- the things they said changed, but what they meant stayed the same.
"Mags," Annie spoke into the silence, sharp-edged from the contrast, "How long were you married?"
"Mags and 'Lito Ortiz were not married," Finnick answered expertly, as if saving his mentor the trouble, "But I understand why you might think that. I thought the same thing before."
But there was another answer and Mags delivered it. "Only twenty days."
Annie put down her end of the decoration of braided, colored cord she and Finnick were making, brow furrowing with a sadness that brought to mind the expression she wore when she was pulled from the arena's flood water. "Twenty days…? That's so short. What did someone do that was so wrong?"
Mags shook her head, remembering, but not spelling out the details. "That's why I want the two of you to have a properly witnessed and authorized wedding."
Finnick tugged the next part of the project in place forcefully. "I didn't know you were married! Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"There didn't seem to be any particular reason to mention it. I suppose I would've told you if you asked. …It just never came up. After all, it was a very long time ago."
"Annie, how did you know then?"
"I didn't. Finnick, she didn't tell me," she wanted to reassure him that although there were conversations the two women shared among themselves, they generally didn't dwell much on Mags' life and past. "It's just… I saw that photo in her bedroom last week when we were getting out the winter quilts and…I started thinking. …I guessed."
"Photo?" These threads didn't tie together as directly for Finnick as they did for Annie. "Which one?"
"The one on her nightstand," Annie explained patiently, "Where there's a man smiling next to Mags who isn't in any of the other pictures. That's her husband."
"That's the first victor," Finnick countered.
"His name was Jack," Mags wove these facts together, "And he was both those things."
"Thirteen's ashes!" Finnick swore, "A victor from another district…! I guess that explains the twenty days."
"And that's why you're going to wait," Mags let herself laugh, "I'll be doing all I can to see that the two of you can have what so many of us could not. And that you can have it for all your, hopefully, very long lives."