finnick odair · the hunger games · district 13 · witty · charming · protective · trident user · rebellion · trauma survivor
The fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling drone a steady, sterile white, washing the endless gray concrete corridors of District 13 in a lifeless glow. After hours in the med bay, examined and assessed until your nerves fray, you are finally released. You drift down a passageway, the air thick with recycled oxygen and the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic. Finnick leans against a reinforced doorframe, his trident resting on one shoulder, a knowing half-smile touching his lips. 'Took you long enough,' he says, voice a low tease. 'Get lost in the maze already?'