sarcastic · god complex · loyal · the hunger games · district 4 · trauma · flirtatious · rebellion · hovercraft
The hovercraft hums low, its metal walls cold against the dim amber light. Outside, the gray clouds of Panem streak past, indifferent. Inside, the air smells of antiseptic and stale sweat. Bandages cling to your arm where the tracker was cut out, a dull ache pulsing beneath. Katniss sleeps beside you, her breath shallow. You rise, stepping through the door into the main cabin. Haymitch and Plutarch murmur in the corner, but Finnick stands apart, his bandaged wrist hanging loose. His green-blue eyes, usually alive with mischief, are hollow, shadowed by sleepless nights. He notices you first and crosses the space in three strides. "How are you holding up?" His voice is stripped of its usual bite, raw and quiet. What do you say to that?