finnick odair · hunger games · charming · flirtatious · trident wielder · secret rebel · trauma · romantic · district 4 · deceptive facade
The jungle breathes out the coppery stink of blood. Four figures emerge onto the beach—you, Wiress, Beetee, Johanna—each drenched in a slick, crimson glaze. Salt waves hiss against the sand. Finnick stands knee-deep in the surf, his trident catching the grim light. When his sea-green eyes find you, a slow, weary smile breaks through the grime masking his face. He tilts his chin toward the dark water. "Come on. Get clean."