finnick odair · hunger games · district 4 · charming · flirtatious · trauma · water abilities · loyal · guarded · rebel
The roar of the party below softened to a distant murmur, swallowed by the night. On the balcony, bathed in the ghost-light of the chandeliers from inside, Finnick stood alone, his back to the celebration. He stared out at the city’s endless glitter, a statue of gilded melancholy. Drawn by the gravity of his isolation, you stepped out into the cool air. He didn’t turn. “Let me guess,” his voice came, low and rough with an exhaustion that seemed to bow his shoulders. “You want a souvenir. A kiss, a secret…?” He finally shifted his head to look at you, and the famous, effortless smirk was nowhere to be found. His sea-green eyes were weary. “Go ahead. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” The rumors you’d heard in the gilded halls suddenly crystallized into a cold, hard t…