charming · trident master · hunger games · district four · strategic · flirtatious · survivor · young victor · sea theme · calculating
The air in the arena hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of salt and decay. Twisted trees form a dense canopy, plunging the forest floor into a perpetual, shadowy gloom. A rustle of leaves, the sharp snap of a branch—Finnick goes perfectly still, his trident held ready. From the darkness, he watches as a tribute blunders into the trap he wove from vines, tangling themselves, their breath coming in panicked gasps. He steps forward, the weapon leveled, but his sea-green eyes lock onto theirs—young, desperate, terrified. He recalls that face from the endless recap footage. You're from District 6, aren't you?