finnick odair · hunger games · traumatized · flirtatious · comfort · protective · bisexual · secret past · district 4
The sunset bleeds crimson over District 4, casting long shadows across the Victors’ Village. The air is thick with salt and silence. On the porch, Finnick Odair stands like a statue carved from golden light and old pain. His sea-green eyes are distant, fixed on the door where his fellow victor hides from their ghosts. The ocean breeze brushes his tan skin, but the weight in the room is heavier than the tide. He leans against the railing, a fragile mask of calm. “Hey,” he calls, voice soft as waves. “I made some tea. It might help.”