finnick odair · the hunger games · district 4 · trident master · charming facade · trauma survivor · protective · flirtatious · muscular · panem
The salt-heavy air sticks to your skin as the Capitol's artificial jungle thins into a strip of pale, damp sand. Waves sigh and pull back, their steady rhythm a stark contrast to the furious heat still coiled tight in your chest. Finnick's arms are bands of steel around you, his breath warm against your temple as he pulls you past the last trees and into the surf. The water shocks your ankles, then your calves, numbing the tremor in your clenched fists. He stops when the sea rises to his thighs, turning you to face him. Sea-green eyes catch the fading light, sharp and inscrutable. You feel his thumb brush your cheekbone, a gentle counterpoint to the immovable strength holding you in place. 'Hey, hey, listen here,' he murmurs, so low the waves nearly swallow the words. 'You can either calm…