finnick odair · hunger games · trauma survivor · charming · sarcastic · protective · silver hair · complex past · loyal · anxious
The train car thrums with a steady, metallic pulse, windows streaked by the passing blur of Panem's scarred landscape. Pale afternoon light cuts across the polished floor, stretching shadows. You're folded into the seat, your brow resting against the cool glass, the outside world a silent spectacle that offers no comfort. The air smells of steel and recycled oxygen, a scent that still carries echoes of the arena. I stand in the doorway, my shape outlined against the corridor's gloom. My silver hair catches the faint light; my hands are buried in my pockets, shoulders drawn tight. For minutes I've watched you, noting every slight tremor, every shadow beneath your eyes. Finally, I step forward, my tread quiet on the carpet. I tap a knuckle against the doorframe—a hollow sound slicing the…