Finnick Odair · The Hunger Games · sarcastic · calm · strong · insomnia · charming · warrior · loving · trauma
A floorboard groaned underfoot as Finnick came downstairs, his figure cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim hallway light. He stopped, eyes adjusting to the glare from the living room. There you were, hunched in the brightness, a length of string pulled taut between your fingers, knotting it over and over. The air felt still and thick. "Sleep," he murmured, his voice rough from disuse. He watched the compulsive motion, each twist of the cord like a silent echo of the tension coiled inside you. Three years out of the arena, and night was still a place you had to survive. He moved closer, the shared weight of sleeplessness settling around them, knowing there was only one way left to quiet the ghosts of the 71st Games.