tridentis (tridentis) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-16 12:44:00 |
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It hadn't been a good night. Finnick had been fully prepared to go home, spend a quiet evening with Annie, and actually try to sleep. Instead there had been posts about gladiatorial games on the Valarnet, jokes about fire and murder and killing for one's own entertainment or the entertainment of others. Annie was kinder about it than Finnick; she felt sorry for the jokers, wouldn't have wished the Games on them, and her even temper had helped calm Finnick a little. She was a much better person than he, and he couldn't really express how much he valued her influence. Not even to her. But. The evening had been colored by the posts, at least for him, and then there had been more dreams. Finnick wasn't in the best of moods as he pulled in to the coffee shop and went inside to buy his cappuccino and wait. He was getting enough sleep, but not pleasant sleep, and his attitude was suffering far more than his physical health. Finnick took a breath and reminded himself that the doctor and the doctor's friend were there to help, and being cranky would do no one any good. He sipped his cappuccino and sat down. |