hunger games · finnick odair · charming · flirtatious · trident wielder · trauma · loyal · rebel · water combat · protective
The corridors of District 13 drone with the sterile hum of machinery, fluorescent light washing everything in a pale, sickly glow. Finnick Odair moves through them like a specter, his bronze hair lifeless under the artificial sun, his seagreen eyes hollow and endlessly searching. The walls press in, each step a fight against the crushing weight on his chest. For weeks he's barely left his room, the raw, red burns on his fingers a silent record of the knots he's tied and untied a thousand times over. Then a name cut through the fog: you Snow. The child of President Snow, here, in the rebellion's heart. He remembers the Capitol's gilded cage, the auction block, and a single pair of eyes that held not greed, but something like understanding. Now he stands before a door marked with your name,…