Won and Sold (Finnick Odair Love Story)

Chapter Seventeen

Bohemian

I laid in bed, Sirbia wasn't nagging me to get out of bed and get dressed, Puma was ignoring me, Pumpkin was upset about something, and Finnick had to deal with his tribute issues.

Me? I can just lay in my bed.

Wallowing in my self pity.

Maybe I should get something like a hobby. I could pick up knitting?
No.
Crocheting?
No. That's like knitting but with one needle.
Maybe I could start reading again, I haven't read all the history books that the Capitals extensive libraries have to offer.
Oh, what if I cut my hair?
Oooh or I could dye it?
Maybe I could get a spray tan, that'd be a big change for me.
Maybe I could get my skin dyed, purple could be a good color on me.
Or maybe like baby pink?
I could get my skin like grey colored, it could be like most boring thing to ever, ever do.
This is a lot of thinking.
This is too much thinking.
This is too much for me to handle.
I might as well just go back to sleep, there's no point in me being awake right now. I have no responsibilities or worries.
Yeah I'm just gonna go back to sleep.

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Maybe I shouldn't have gone back to sleep. I should've gotten something to eat and then gone back to sleep.
Priorities. I need to get my priorities straight. I really do.
I slumped out of my room, I had three different blankets wrapped around my shoulders and over my head like a little cocoon of silk and faux furs. Ah. This is nice.
I walked over to the table where Puma and Pumpkin were seated, plopping myself down into one of the chairs, watching as the Avoxes worked to get me a plate and something to eat.
As a plate full of broccoli and beef steak bits was sat down in front of me and I took a drink of water Puma opens his mouth as says;
"You seem to be handling things rather well lately."

I looked over at him, "It's too early to tell if I've been handling anything well yet. I haven't even done the 7 stages of grief right."

He wrinkled his eyebrows at me, "What do you mean?"

I stabbed at a piece of broccoli and popped it in my mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Choosing my words carefully before I swallowed my food and spoke.

"Well, that sounds strange. I mean the seven emotional stages of grief are usually understood to be shock or disbelief, denial, bargaining, guilt, anger, depression, and acceptance or hope." I say, swallowing and taking a breath before he speaks.

"Yes. I know that. I know what the seven stages of grief are, I've experienced them enough to have them memorized and I could tell you how every one of those feelings and I have the definition memorized and j can say them all in seven different languages." He groans, "Just tell me what you mean."

I laughed, enjoying how annoyed he was getting with the way I was dragging my point along slowly.
"I mean to say that, I didn't even do the seven stages of grief right. I went from shock to denial, to depression, and back to denial."

"What are we denying exactly?"
I heard a voice say from behind me, turning around to see who it was even though I already knew.

"Oh Finnick, I haven't seen you in what feels like forever." I say, getting up to go and hug him.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, going under the cocoon of blankets so he could feel my skin on his, letting them drop to the ground.

"I haven't held you in three days, Bohemian. God I've missed you." He whispered to me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

I leaned up to face him, smiling up at him. He stared down at me, whispering quietly, "I can tell you've been crying, honey. You do know that I can get out of my stupid Capital duties to come support you, right? Everyone understands that you need someone right now that knows how you're feeling."

I shook my head, "If you left your duties then who would help Mags?"

"You're too good for this world." He whispered.

"You know that I'm technically a mass murderer, right?" I said, laughing.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then to both of my cheeks, to my nose, to my chin, to both of my eyelids, and as he was about to kiss my lips he stops as says "Then you're the most beautiful mass murderer I've ever seen, Bo."

He pressed his lips against mine, pulling my face closer with his hands. I kissed back, my right hand going up to tangle into his hair and then my left going to the back of his neck. He sighed as he pulled away, "I want you to know that I love you, a lot."

I smiled at him, my eyes closed "Finnick?"

"Yes?" He sounded nervous, and as he is literally the hottest person in the entirety of Panem that is not normal for him.

"I love you too, a lot." I whispered, kissing him again.

(Holy shit. An update. Wowza. I'm honestly really sorry for being so bad at updating but I've gone through a whole lot in the past year that I'm getting over. I'm gonna try really, really hard to update more often)