there's a chance that we may fall apart before too long

[freelife]

June & July catch-all for Shea's characters.
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[thelittlemerman]

He's exhausted. His run in with Childermass followed by the meeting with Eames where he found out about the plan to get rid of Norrell once and for all... It's all a little much for him and all he needs right now is the peace and quiet of his apartment and the comfort of Annie close by.

"I'm..."

He's torn between telling her everything and wanting to just let it be for now.

"I don't want to worry you. I'm sorry."

[anniesgonemad]

"No," she says gently, reaching for him. She wants to hold him close, but first she's got to take care of him. "I'm already worried. Sit." Annie guides him towards the couch, and is already looking for the large fluffy blanket to wrap him in.

"D'you want tea? Something... Something stronger?" She wasn't a big drinker, but there was alcohol in the flat. He looked like shit, and she was going to be damned if she didn't take care of him tonight. After all, how many times had he made her tell him what was wrong, sat with her all night?

[thelittlemerman]

He's already been offered tea once, and he can't imagine it helping to curb the pain, so after a moment's hesitation he weakly says, "the wine." Fae wine will help take some of the sharpness away, though it won't drown it completely.

He slouches in his seat, leaning his head back on the couch and staring up at the ceiling pathetically, trying to figure out how he can talk about this, how he can share this without scaring her. Maybe he shouldn't at all - maybe he should go back to Faery and leave her so she won't have to carry his burden - but the thought of not being here is even more terrifying than the thought of talking to her about this, so he stays put.

[anniesgonemad]

Wine. Alright. She nods, and picks up aforementioned blanket. Unfolding it, she wraps it around his shoulders and kisses his cheek. "I'll get you the wine."

In a few minutes, she's back with a glass for him, and slides on to the couch next to him. Finnick is handed the glass, and she reaches for his other hand. "What's going on, love?" She asks him softly, pulling him near her. She can be something solid for him right now, as he so often was for her.

The idea of him leaving, just disappearing and leaving her on her own hasn't even crossed her mind yet tonight.

[thelittlemerman]

There's no point trying to get around it.

"I hurt someone," he says, hollow sounding. "He was trying to hurt me. I had to, but I..."

He leans into her before he really starts to break, looking down at the wine in his hand and taking a slow sip.

[anniesgonemad]

Oh. Oh no. She holds him closer, tucking him under her chin.

"You had to," she reminds him, closing her sea-green eyes. "What happened?" Was the man okay? It didn't matter- if he was trying to hurt Finnick, he likely deserved the pointy end of his trident.

[thelittlemerman]

"He came to ask questions about the fae, about the election. He said the vote was rigged. I couldn't let him go in and talk to them," he explains, his voice almost vacant save for a slight tremble.

[anniesgonemad]

Her lower lip juts forward at the admittance, her arms tightening around him slightly. "No, no, you couldn't," Annie agrees, and lets go of him with one hand. The other hand she uses to gently run through his hair, a calming motion.

She wants to ask if the vote was rigged. But that's not the important part right now. Finnick and his pain is the important part.