way down we go — annie & nico. blitz

This ball was starting to get on Annie’s nerves. Clear as day, or she figured night, seeing as she was still keeping herself rather segregated from the people that chose to be in that room.

Annie could barely breath in there, but out here was no better. At least the smell of bullshit and hypocrisy couldn’t follow her too far. She could avoid it as long as needed, because at the end of the day, if no one really knew she was here, then there was no harm done. Right?

As she was about to open the door though, a familiar face had stopped her from doing so. Nico Thorne, the victor who tried to condescend to her about being the luckiest of all of them. She bit her tongue then, and she knew she was going to have to bite her tongue now.

”Thorne.” she stood there with her arms crossed, him effectively blocking her way into the party. ”What streak? The victors from 12 seem to all treat me the same.”

Knives out.

Nico Thorne could think what he wanted about her experience, but at the end of the day, Annie did have to kill in order make it out alive. Regardless of what the capitol did afterwards, that was not in her control. She didn’t think they would show the type of mercy they did, but alas, there Annie was, watching multiple people that she had met in the games walking amongst the living.

Maybe Nico Thorne was jealous of that.

”Snowflake?” Annie shook her head, almost feeling sorry for the boy that mustve been living in a world separate from hers. ”Im not special Nico. Ive never been.” She was close to just leaving it at that. It was clear that Nico did not care for anything she had to say, as his words did not tell her differently. ”I was broken then, and I’m still broken now.” She scoffs.

”I don’t expect you to understand me or my trails or my tears…” She pauses for a moment, wondering if an Avox was about to come through the door with some sort of alcohol. ”… At the end of the day, we went through the same thing, I just happened to be reaped when the capitol decided to be ‘generous’.” She knew there was no need to be elaborate, because there was a high chance that he did not care what she had to say.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to speak her mind.