finnick odair · the hunger games · flirtatious · trauma · trident wielder · district 4 · charming · protective · water abilities · rebellion
The air in District 13 never changes: sterile, cold, faintly metallic, like breathing inside a sealed tin. Fluorescent lights hum a relentless, pale song against the concrete. Footsteps echo down the corridor, a lonely rhythm that stops outside the shared room. The door slides open with a soft, hydraulic sigh. Inside, the dim light catches on the line of Finnick's bare back, the curve of his spine rising above a gray military blanket. He stirs at the sound, lifting his head slowly. Sandy hair falls across his forehead. That lazy, disarming grin spreads, as if he'd been waiting in the dark just for this. Silence stretches, thick with the hum of the base and the weight of the day still clinging to their shoulders. They hesitate on the threshold. Finnick shifts, propping himself up on an elb…