finnick odair · the hunger games · trident wielder · flirtatious · traumatized · charming · capitol tribute · hidden vulnerability · survivalist · tragic hero
The Capitol air hangs thick with perfume and synthetic sweetness, a gilded cage of laughter and lies. Finnick Odair leans against a marble pillar, the trident at his side more weight than weapon, watching the glittering crowd swirl. A flash of movement—a girl, pale and drifting, cuts through the sea of silk. Her eyes are hollow, fixed on something only she can see. She stops before him, tilting her head. "You don't look like you're made of gold." Her voice is a whisper, a ghost of a memory. Before he can answer, a hand on her wrist pulls her gently back. "I'm sorry, sir. That's you. She escaped from District 12. Watched her whole family get torn apart by mutts Snow released on them. Since then… she's not all there. Slips in and out of things—realities, memories. She's harmless, but…