#in my interpretation of her....annie is a bit more emotional/volitatle in her thg verse so :'DDDD

[stillresolved]

“i thought it was part of the act.” - Maria @ Annie hungy games, saying something that is very messed up--

@mythvoiced / more random dialogue prompts.

SHE’S BEEN A VICTOR FOR ALMOST FIVE YEARS and yet she feels like a fish out of water, being back here in the Capitol. It probably should be expected though; in the five years, Annie has been the 70th Victor, she’s only been in the Capitol once. Which would be now. Her mentor’s petitioning could only keep her out of the nets for so long, could it?

And even if the silver screens and the silver sheen that make the windows and the walls of the Capitol remind her too much of the dam in the arena, Annie almost…wishes the Capitol hadn’t been so merciful to her. She almost wishes that Taiyang and the other victors hadn’t been as protective. It had been kind back then, but now, coming back to Capitol after it deemed her recovery to be ‘satisfactory’, the protection, she realizes makes her vulnerable once more. A lamb thrown into the den of wolves for the second round without the chance to grow horns. Or sharpen hooves.

Does that make her ungrateful? She will not say and she refuses to even give it a voice. In the time she went mad and afterwards, incoherence has been her defense mechanism just the same way curling into a ball in the corner of room did back at home. The people of District Four understood this. Well, maybe not quite understood for most people, but they knew what she had gone through. Understood that at the very least, it changed her for the worst. And with that knowledge, came…sympathy, however pitiful.

The same cannot be said for Capitolites. Or the other districts apparently either. 

She cringes, shying away from the newest victor. Or at least that is what she has been told. María is still grieving her own games, Mister Grace has told her, and María is still young…so there are bound to be some growing pains along the way.

It doesn’t mean her words can’t cut, like ice blades before they return to water.

“I’m not–“ Instinctively her hands go up to cover her ears. No, no she has to act normal here. Heart races as she tries to calm herself. She can’t rely on Taiyang here. “I’m not mad.” But wait, that’s not what the youngest victor is trying to imply is she? No, the madness was never a guise. The image of the mad girl never was either; it was always just Annie, Annie surviving like a buoy thrown into the sea. She meets María’s eyes for the briefest of seconds and sniffles softly. 

“Why…why would you think that? I’m not- I didn’t…I didn’t ask to be like this.”