hey, all! it's been a while since i've posted here. i'm still going to be updating with my fics and stuff and probably post something extra once in a while, but most of my time is spent on twitter and tumblr nowadays, so if any of you have accounts over there, feel free to follow. =)
in the meantime, i'm still writing! this one took a long time because february meant finals and then for most of march i was working on my outline rather than writing out chapters-- and those of you who know me will know my outlines are ridiculously specific, particularly with a plot as complicated as this one. i've got it outlined now all the way to chapter 44, which is not the end yet, but is a definite turning point and what i call "the beginning of the final stretch." so i hope it won't be too long after that; a LOT of stuff happens REALLY QUICKLY in the 30's and 40's, i'll just tell you that. ;)
anywho, i've just finished writing 34, and here's a snippet of it.
Finnick had joined [Peeta] about an hour into his vigil, and there they sat, backs against the metal back wall of the hangar, as the sun went down. They were mostly silent, Finnick knotting and unknotting his trusty rope while Peeta tried not to lose himself in worst case scenarios. After about the fourteenth time Peeta shifted his position to make himself more comfortable, Finnick glanced his way, a barely-there smirk on his lips. "Here," he said, and extended the hand that was holding the rope toward him. "It'll help you relax."
Peeta looked down at the piece of rope, wondering how such a thing could help him at a time like this. Finnick seemed to misread his expression, however, because he commented: "I can get you one of your own some other day, but for now just use mine. Look." He showed Peeta a few easy knots (he knew a lot more than they had been taught in training, that was for sure), and then handed him the rope again.
The blond stared at the object with hesitance, not certain what good it would do. But he figured if it worked for Finnick he might as well try it, so he started knotting and unknotting, just as he saw Finnick do. It took him a few tries to get his first District Four knot right. He had to admit it at least distracted him from the numbness in his legs and butt from sitting too long.
After a few more minutes of being quiet, save for some tips on how to make the knots better, Finnick deemed him competent enough and leaned his back against the wall, closing his eyes. He let out a deep sigh. "You look a lot calmer than I feel," Peeta commented, frowning down at the piece of rope in his hands. If that thing had some sort of magic power that calmed people down, he should've asked Finnick about it weeks ago.
The older man let out an unamused chuckle. "Oh, believe me, I'm worried sick," he admitted, sounding casual at first glance, but Peeta could tell he really meant it by the way he faltered a little on the last word. "But I know there's nothing I can do right now, so it won't do to stress myself out to an early grave before I get to see her again."
Peeta nodded. He understood, though he thought it was easier said than done. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this... all this waiting," he admitted as he struggled to untie the last knot he made. Finnick didn't respond. He didn't even open his eyes. "Hey, Finnick," he started again. Now that the silence was broken he didn't really want to go back to it. "What you said the day of the bombing... about how Snow can use the people we love to hurt us... is that what he's doing with Annie?"
Finnick slowly opened his eyes, his expression darkening as he did. When he spoke, his voice came out hoarse, like it was a struggle just to get a single word out. "Yeah," he said. Simple, sobering. "I'm sorry about that day, by the way," he said a heartbeat later, seemingly shaking himself out of the dark place his mind had run off to. "I... I panicked." He was still very serious, but not tense, as he pushed himself backwards to sit straighter against the wall.
"It's okay," Peeta replied. He didn't blame him for being scared, so really there was no apology needed.
ETA on chapter 29: tonight. i swear to you, sometime tonight (my timezone, that is). i have a busy day of washing clothes and then packing, but i'm leaving tomorrow to stuttgart and then wednesday to milan, and i don't know if i'll have a decent internet connection over there, so i will make sure to post chapter 29 for you guys TONIGHT if it's the last thing i do. *waves pompoms for herself*