Finnick Odair (onemoreknot) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-12-22 20:59:00 |
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With his son having a birthday so close to Christmas, it was always a little hard on Finnick’s wallet. He didn’t want to be the person who just lumps his sons birthday in with Christmas, since that never really seemed fair to him, but thankfully his son always seemed to be happy with what he got for his birthday and for Christmas. Though Ezra didn’t know, money was always a little hard for them. Working as a deck hand didn’t pay all that well, and Finnick figured that was sort of the catch to doing something that he loved and not something that was all that lucrative. Finnick did his best not to let Ezra know they were always really tight with money, but Finnick always did everything he could to give his son the things he wanted and be there for him. What mattered the most to Finnick was that he and Ezra be happy. They lived well enough, even if it meant he always had to be on top of his money, they were happy, even though they didn’t have all the nice things. There was something to having a really simple appreciation of the things that really mattered: being with family, being close to the water. It wasn’t that Finnick was trying to justify their situation, he just liked things to be simple and honest. He hoped that he could pass that on to his son, that it didn’t really matter where you lived or what you did with your life if you were happy. But for now, Ezra was still just a little boy and he didn’t really have to think about things like that yet. Right at this moment, those were things for Finnick to worry over, to contemplate. All Ezra was concerned about was what they were going to do for his birthday. With his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, Finnick was walking to a little cake store that he had passed with Ezra a while ago that his son had really liked. They had been on the way to get some clothes for his school uniform when they passed the store, so they hadn’t gone inside, but Finnick figured he would get something from there now. From the window, he could tell that whoever worked inside the store had a real talent for what he did, and if the price wasn’t too steep, Finnick thought it would something really nice to get his son for his birthday. Pushing the door open, Finnick looked around, trying to spot anyone. “Hey,” he called out, wandering over to one of the displays. The cake was really well done, full of all these little details that Finnick couldn’t really believe someone made with edible products. He didn’t really have any talent in art, but he could appreciate beauty when he saw it. “Anyone home?” |