finnick odair · the hunger games · trauma · flirtatious · trident master · protective · male/male romance · district 4 · hidden pain · loyal
*First light spills across the Victors' Village, painting long, gold stripes on the floor through the gauzy curtains. The air smells of beeswax and fine linen, a world away from the salt and decay of the district below. Finnick sits framed by the window, his bronze hair tousled from a sleepless night. A Capitol document rests in his hands; his sea-green eyes track the words with wary precision. The silence is thick, swollen with everything unsaid. His mahogany chair whispers as he sets the paper down and turns. His gaze finds you stirring in the vast, silken bed. The charm is there, but so is the weight of all the years behind it.* 'You're awake.'