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CATCHING FIRE MOVIE + headcanon: Mags Cohen’s golden wedding band. [prompted by]

Mags was married once. Roman, her husband, smelt of sea salt when he pressed against her; fingers lightly tracing the thin lines and scars on her hands, from another day and another time in what felt like an entirely different world.

They were together 13 years before he ever touched on the idea of their own children. He already suspected the response he’d receive and merely combed her dark brown curls from her face, kissed her tears and laid with her silently. 

(She never told him that she had been pregnant. A few times, actually. And each time had resulted in a shaky hand and a vile liquid.)

Their bones grew old but Roman still ran his fingers over her wrinkled skin as if it was an entirely new sensation; as if he was set on memorising her and had yet to figure out how. Finnick Odair moved in with them (for reasons they don’t dare speak of) and after a while Mags caught herself referring to the boy as her son; the trio as her own little family. She smiled at the thought.

When the time came it was only Finnick and Mags at his funeral. Her fingers ached without him and she’d find herself staring out the window, unsure what to do with her hands. She’d still sometimes set out three plates and Finnick would wordlessly put one back, a pained look marring his young features. 

When the Quarter Quell was announced she thought about throwing the ring into the ocean, terrified of the idea of a Capitol citizen prying it off her cold, dead fingers. Instead, she remembered the moment Roman had proposed and how she’d tried to look shocked but failed miserably. (She’d caught a glimpse of his intention nearly a week before but his attempt at subtlety was sweet.)

She couldn’t bear to see the same pain that had crippled her, touch Finnick, not when he’d found such happiness.

Katniss has her badge, Peeta has his medallion, Finnick has Haymitch’s locket and now Mags has Roman’s golden ring. He’d be proud of her. Worried sick, but proud. 

“I’ll see you soon.”

This is so sweet! But it hurts too much but beautiful