katniss everdeen (fireandarrows) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-03-18 20:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, finnick odair, katniss everdeen |
Who: Katniss Everdeen & Finnick Odair
What: Katniss has sads over a pickle jar. Finnick shows a surprising talent for hair braiding.
When: Wednesday late morning/early afternoon
Where: their apartment, Katniss's room
Warnings: nah. Well, some sads and maybe some Hunger Games references idk
Katniss really didn't like the way people disappeared around here.
She hadn't bothered voicing it to anyone, because there was no point. No one liked it, and no one could do anything about it, or at least that was how it seemed. She hadn't been able to do anything, certainly; when Johanna and Kaine had disappeared, she'd been feverish and curled up on their living room floor with a cat over her head. (Which was an absolutely ridiculous state to be in, but it had been the only way she'd felt even remotely comfortable or comforted while she'd been feeling so awful.) And now they were just... gone.
Well, Kaine was gone. Johanna had come back before Katniss, in her delirium, had even really realized that she'd left.
She'd only just gotten dressed, and taken one halfhearted swipe at brushing her cat-mussed hair, when she'd gotten the news about Kaine. Almost immediately forgetting about her personal grooming, she dropped the hairbrush onto the mattress beside her and reached down under the bed to pull out the pickle jar.
It was an inconsequential item, really, although after the way she'd lived in District 12 and her experiences in the Games, Katniss wasn't inclined to throw away anything that might be useful-- and a jar could be handy for a lot of things. So far she hadn't used it for much, since she hadn't been really sure what it represented. There was some kind of story behind it, and Katniss didn't want to use it for something silly when it had been something of such importance to someone.
But now she understood something of it, she thought. Or at least, she understood why it had seemed like such a sad object to have around once the person connected to it had disappeared. Not sad enough, for her, to want to give it away-- but it did make her want to use it for something rather than let it make her sad.
She would have to go out and find things to fill it with. Maybe little gifts for Prim-- she already had a ribbon tucked away in one of her drawers that she'd thought her sister would like-- or pretty flowers or shells or rocks. Just something to make it seem less empty.
The light tread of a footstep outside her door brought her out of her thoughts. It was Finnick; she had been living with him long enough that she recognized the sound of his movements as familiar. And he had been around her long enough that he always seemed to know when she was feeling a little down. Or maybe he was just always coming to bug her about something and then changed his mind when he noticed her mood. Sometimes it bothered her, but right now it didn't.
"You can come in," she said to the closed door, and the roommate she assumed was on the other side.