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farsickness2021-05-19 02:56 am
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🔱 i counted days, i counted miles
WHO: Finnick Odair + Bucky Barnes / Finnick Odair + Daenerys Targaryen
WHEN: May
WHAT: Catching up with some acquaintances
WHERE: The inn and the road into town.
WARNINGS: Probable trauma/ptsd related trigger-happy twitchiness all around.
The Inn - Bucky
Finnick owes the fact that he got by in those first few days in the wilderness to a small number of people he met. He also knows that Annie owes something to the people she'd met when she'd arrived, too, and the two of them had one benefactor in common: Bucky, who'd lent Finnick a knife and given him supplies and gold, and bought Annie food and boots. The man had said that he'd wanted to help out someone who reminded him of himself, and that was intriguing enough to stick in Finnick's mind and make him want to know what had prompted it.
Finnick thinks he knows what Bucky had meant. To Finnick, it was the traits he'd recognize in a fellow victor. A wariness, a mistrust of the world around them and the way they looked for danger in every situation, no matter how seemingly mundane. The arena never really left the victors, but it seems that isn't as unique to victors as Finnick had once thought.
So he's been keeping an eye out for the other man at the inn, and on the evening when he sees him there, Finnick wanders across to the other man's table.
"Hey."
He looks a very different man to the wild-eyed survivor of the arena Bucky had first met: his clothes fit, his visible wounds are healed save for the unevenness in his skin tone on his face left by the chemical burns where the scars haven't yet faded. Perhaps the biggest change though is his demeanour: friendly, approachable, the sort of charismatic Finnick long ago learned to be for the world around him.
"Thought I'd give you this back," he says, offering up the knife Bucky had lent him, hilt-first.
On the Way into Gazin - Daenerys
Finnick and Annie have been starting to develop a plan. Between them, they're working on being able to fish enough to earn enough money to hire a boat. Finnick's lived off his fame and his winnings all his adult life, but here neither of those seems to mean anything, and Finnick and Annie are going to need to make some money. What she earned from selling her jewelry and what Bucky gave Finnick isn't going to last forever.
But he's been working on developing a trading relationship with one of the fishmongers, and when they can hire a boat, they should be able to really support themselves, in the way that Finnick's never had to do before.
He's been spending a lot of time at the river, installing and refining fish traps and working out the best fishing spots along the river.
Today, he's on his way back to the village with a broken trap in one hand; it looks like a long, bulbous basket that's been smashed on one end. Annoying, because it let the fish out, but possibly useful to help them build better traps.
As he's approaching Gazin, he sees a familiar figure ahead of him: a slight woman with hair so blonde it's almost white. He remembers her, and her name. So he smiles as he gets closer.
"Hello, Daenerys."
WHEN: May
WHAT: Catching up with some acquaintances
WHERE: The inn and the road into town.
WARNINGS: Probable trauma/ptsd related trigger-happy twitchiness all around.
The Inn - Bucky
Finnick owes the fact that he got by in those first few days in the wilderness to a small number of people he met. He also knows that Annie owes something to the people she'd met when she'd arrived, too, and the two of them had one benefactor in common: Bucky, who'd lent Finnick a knife and given him supplies and gold, and bought Annie food and boots. The man had said that he'd wanted to help out someone who reminded him of himself, and that was intriguing enough to stick in Finnick's mind and make him want to know what had prompted it.
Finnick thinks he knows what Bucky had meant. To Finnick, it was the traits he'd recognize in a fellow victor. A wariness, a mistrust of the world around them and the way they looked for danger in every situation, no matter how seemingly mundane. The arena never really left the victors, but it seems that isn't as unique to victors as Finnick had once thought.
So he's been keeping an eye out for the other man at the inn, and on the evening when he sees him there, Finnick wanders across to the other man's table.
"Hey."
He looks a very different man to the wild-eyed survivor of the arena Bucky had first met: his clothes fit, his visible wounds are healed save for the unevenness in his skin tone on his face left by the chemical burns where the scars haven't yet faded. Perhaps the biggest change though is his demeanour: friendly, approachable, the sort of charismatic Finnick long ago learned to be for the world around him.
"Thought I'd give you this back," he says, offering up the knife Bucky had lent him, hilt-first.
On the Way into Gazin - Daenerys
Finnick and Annie have been starting to develop a plan. Between them, they're working on being able to fish enough to earn enough money to hire a boat. Finnick's lived off his fame and his winnings all his adult life, but here neither of those seems to mean anything, and Finnick and Annie are going to need to make some money. What she earned from selling her jewelry and what Bucky gave Finnick isn't going to last forever.
But he's been working on developing a trading relationship with one of the fishmongers, and when they can hire a boat, they should be able to really support themselves, in the way that Finnick's never had to do before.
He's been spending a lot of time at the river, installing and refining fish traps and working out the best fishing spots along the river.
Today, he's on his way back to the village with a broken trap in one hand; it looks like a long, bulbous basket that's been smashed on one end. Annoying, because it let the fish out, but possibly useful to help them build better traps.
As he's approaching Gazin, he sees a familiar figure ahead of him: a slight woman with hair so blonde it's almost white. He remembers her, and her name. So he smiles as he gets closer.
"Hello, Daenerys."
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"I'm not...I wasn't always completely together. It doesn't mean I'm bad or stupid or anything like that. I've been through a lot of war and a lot of things that most people never experience. Far be it from me to judge someone else for being different. Annie seemed sweet and lost so I wanted to help her the best that I could, make sure she was in a safe place and had what she needed. I couldn't leave her."
Bucky laughs softly. "Besides, I've always liked redheads."
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It's not just Annie, but it's particularly Annie. Annie's the one they call crazy, the one who gets either ignored or laughed at when Finnick is in popular demand. They make the victors into entertainment and never seem to see what victory did to them. If they saw that, it would destroy the lies Panem is built on: that the rewards for the victors somehow make what it takes to survive worth it.
He can't say that, of course. Even here, with the apparent distance from everything he's ever known, he can't admit what he really thinks. But at least he can talk about Annie without everyone thinking she's crazy.
"I'll have to tell her you said that. Though you've got some competition there."
It's the closest to an open, public admission that Annie is his world that Finnick's ever made, especially so casually. But mostly it's a joke, said with an easy grin, because he knows that Bucky's speaking in fond generalities, and that he has nothing to fear from any competition for Annie's attention.
"Where we're from, most people wouldn't have thought that way about her. They'd have dismissed her and moved on. I appreciate that you reached out when you didn't have to."
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Maybe one day they could swap stories but it isn't something that will happen now. Now, an understanding is enough.
"Just like I owed it to you. She's not fragile, though. I don't think that of her. I think she needs a little help sometimes. Some of us need it more than others or in different ways but it doesn't make her different or other. It just makes her Annie. Whatever she went through hit her hard. She's strong to go back in the world. I wasn't strong enough for a long time. Still aren't, sometimes."