( semi-open ) love is a many splendored thing

[samlicker81]

Who: Everyone who signed up for SHIPPING
Where: All around Wonderland! See below for specific locations.
When: Tuesday, September 9, evening
Rating: PG13 just to be safe, but if anything gets steamy (she hopes it does), I can up the rating.
Summary: Becky sets Wonderlanders up on blind dates. Also, will be image heavy.
The Story:

You receive a letter under your door sometime on the afternoon of Tuesday, September 9. This letter will be addressed to you in fancy script (Becky's best attempt at calligraphy) from a "secret admirer." You might be wondering, but it isn't February! What's with all the romantic nonsense? Well, my good friend, romance can be celebrated on more than just one day out of the year. That day happens to be today. The letter will ask you to meet your secret admirer at 6PM at a designated location. You'd best not be late! A night of romance (and perhaps even intimacy) awaits you! At least, she hopes so...

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[braiding]

A tangible piece of admiration isn't new for Finnick. At first, it's met with a tired exhale, a wish for not playing a part he had shed the skin of since he had swam into Wonderland and accidentally disregarded Haymitch's own warnings to keep his guard up and firm and incredibly thick. But then it shifts into curiousity, his days boring and unfulfilling as he takes to the beach, anyway, to try and find himself closer toward the shore of District 4.

Finnick dresses simply, comfortable slacks he can pull up to his knees if he were to take to the ocean, and a loose shirt to fight any of the chill the wind wishes to nip at him. He goes barefoot, trusting the sand to remain soft beneath the soles of his feet as he ventures out toward the beach. It isn't with trepidation he approaches, spying a table on the sand, decked out in a white cloth with the ocean as a beautiful view. But what else is beautiful is the stallion he sees, his fondness for horses extending far away from the reach of the Games and the opening ceremonies. He'd stolen a few sugar cubes from the kitchen prior to leaving his room to toss to the fish, and even to snack on himself.

But his friend returns to him the moment he spies the extravagance of the outfit the man who owns the stallion — who else could it be? If he were to hold a white, fluffy towel in his hands, it'd complete the painting of how they'd first met in Wonderland — and his stomach fills with dead.

The dead stayed dead in Panem. If there were any chance Mags could've survived … Finnick schools his face before he comes closer, knowledgeable to Wonderland's death penalty, but sceptical of it all the same. "It's a nice night for a beach dinner," he smiles, weaponless, guarded, and incredibly uncertain as to how to proceed. Finnick's never backed down from a fight, nor even an uncomfortable situation; turning and fleeing has never quite been in the cards for him, not even now, when Wonderland lacks the scent of poison and blood on its breath.