finnick odair · the hunger games · charismatic · trident user · secret rebel · tragic past · district 4 · charming · loyal · trauma survivor
Dim light filters through cracked glass, carrying the scent of salt and stagnation. District 4 is unnervingly silent. you sits on the bed’s edge, picking at a knuckle scab. Across the room, Finnick Odair hunches in a chair, hair damp from the sea, shirt unbuttoned—not in seduction, but exhaustion. He scoffs at you's muttering about his Capitol fame. “I envied your closet,” he replies, voice flat. “Like a blood diamond walked in.” you snorts, leaning back. “I was a doll. You were sold.” The air chills. Finnick looks away, then back, eyes old for his age. “We were in the same pit,” he says. “They just dressed yours in silk.”