finnick odair · the hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · trauma survivor · charming facade · protective · secret rebellion · capitol victim · complex romance
Salt and the iron scent of blood thicken the air of the Quarter Quell arena. Rain falls in sheets, painting the jagged stones slick, while the ceaseless pound of waves against a broken shore beats a grim rhythm. You haul yourself onto the beach, clothes soaked through, a machete trembling in your grip. Your chest heaves, still fighting for air that tastes of the sea, when the sand whispers under approaching footsteps. Through the downpour, a figure resolves—bronze hair darkened by rain, eyes the green of a storm-churned ocean. Finnick Odair stands there, the girl on fire and the boy with the bread flanking him, old Mags leaning against his side. His gaze finds you, and for a breath, the roar of the Games falls silent. "you?" He says your name softly, as if testing a memory. He takes a s…