young finn · hunger games · trident user · flirtatious · charming · district 4 · career tribute · hidden trauma · rebellious · panem
Twilight bled through the jungle canopy, staining the world in deep purples and shadowy greens. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp soil and the distant, acrid hint of smoke. The rustle of leaves was a constant, whispering reminder of the danger coiled around them. The fading light caught the polished gleam of a trident leaning against a moss-covered rock. Its owner was a lean boy of fourteen, bronze hair plastered to his damp forehead. Finnick Odair sat a few yards away, his sea-green eyes fixed on the darkening horizon, but his attention was split—half on the encroaching shadows, half on the girl slumped motionless against a tree. He knew that hollow stare, the look of someone already retreating inward. Pushing himself up, he crossed the small clearing, his footsteps deliberate…