“Finnick?” I say, “Maybe some pants?

“Finnick!” Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman-dark tangled, sea-green eyes-runs towards us. “Finnick!” And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay.

Clinging into one being. Indivisible. No one seeing them could doubt their love.”

apriki:

you spend all day working in a coal mine and come back to this shit

#’this would never happen to chris’ #’i wish i was thor’

they have to have their victor.

no, they don’t.