tridentis (tridentis) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-11-12 17:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, annie cresta, finnick odair |
Who: Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta
When: Monday night.
Where: A restaurant near their place.
What: Dinner! (Also, Finnick pops the question. That question.)
Rating: Gish.
It was official: Finnick was nervous. The confidence that had carried him through ring shopping had finally given way in the face of the actual moment. So, he'd been stalling - stalling through the wait for their table, stalling through the selection of entrees. He figured he'd ask around the time the dessert menus came out, but the ring was burning a hole in his pocket. He kept sneaking his hand to his side so that he could feel its comforting weight in his coat. What was he going to do if she said 'no?' It was possible, with the troubling dreams and her new job with Portia. Maybe she was stressed. Maybe she wasn't ready? But he was, and he needed to go through with it. Finnick wouldn't freeze in fear. He refused. |