[Annie is standing in the water, her pants rolled up with the intention of keeping them dry. But she's having this problem where she keeps straying out a little deeper than she's rolled them up, and they're wet anyway. She doesn't appear to care either way, a pleased smile on her face as she watches the fish.
She's not fishing herself. Annie can remember enjoying it, but ever since her Games, she hasn't been able to handle the killing, the blood in the water. Not, she's just enjoying the sensation of being in the water again, of having Finnick nearby, of being away from the Capitol. She hums to herself, a tuneless little melody as she wades through the shadows, scaring away the fish. Or scaring them towards the two who are actually doing the catching right now.
It takes her a while to realise that she's being watched. People are usually always watching Annie anyway, for one reason or another. She's used to it. But she picks up on it eventually, and just sort of pauses, holding still before lifting her gaze to meet Peeta's]
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She's not fishing herself. Annie can remember enjoying it, but ever since her Games, she hasn't been able to handle the killing, the blood in the water. Not, she's just enjoying the sensation of being in the water again, of having Finnick nearby, of being away from the Capitol. She hums to herself, a tuneless little melody as she wades through the shadows, scaring away the fish. Or scaring them towards the two who are actually doing the catching right now.
It takes her a while to realise that she's being watched. People are usually always watching Annie anyway, for one reason or another. She's used to it. But she picks up on it eventually, and just sort of pauses, holding still before lifting her gaze to meet Peeta's]
It's good to be outside.