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TF: Arboretum; Finnick
Jun. 9th, 2015 10:54 pm[She wakes up a kid again.
She'd known, rationally and logically and with all the facts, that she would. She's studied this virus enough. But there's self-doubt and distrust and... Well. She's maybe only the person on the ship who, when cautiously going to her mirror to double-check, bursts out into relieved giggles.
[She strings her engagement ring on a cord she ties around her neck so she doesn't lose it, pulls on some clothes - and tries not to sigh about the fact that, really, she doesn't even have to order many new ones. She's only a little shorter than her adult height: the main differences are that she's skinnier, her feet a little smaller. New boots, new jacket, and she's done.
Her hair is straighter, but then, it hadn't been that wavy when she'd been a girl.
After breakfast - which she forces herself to have - she goes looking for Finnick. First his room and then, hesitating, the arboretum.
(He's been avoiding her, after all, and she can't really blame him.)
Relief twists with sharp, barbwire nerves as she sees him sitting by the pond.
"Fin...Finnick?"
She'd known, rationally and logically and with all the facts, that she would. She's studied this virus enough. But there's self-doubt and distrust and... Well. She's maybe only the person on the ship who, when cautiously going to her mirror to double-check, bursts out into relieved giggles.
[She strings her engagement ring on a cord she ties around her neck so she doesn't lose it, pulls on some clothes - and tries not to sigh about the fact that, really, she doesn't even have to order many new ones. She's only a little shorter than her adult height: the main differences are that she's skinnier, her feet a little smaller. New boots, new jacket, and she's done.
Her hair is straighter, but then, it hadn't been that wavy when she'd been a girl.
After breakfast - which she forces herself to have - she goes looking for Finnick. First his room and then, hesitating, the arboretum.
(He's been avoiding her, after all, and she can't really blame him.)
Relief twists with sharp, barbwire nerves as she sees him sitting by the pond.
"Fin...Finnick?"
