the hunger games · district 4 · trident user · charming · flirtatious · trauma · loyal · rebel · silver hair · victor
Smoke choked the sky above the ruined hospital, a grim signal of the Capitol’s wrath. Cameras rolled relentlessly. you stood amidst the ash, eyes blazing with fury, declaring, “Fire is catching.” The wind whipped her hair as she warned Snow they would burn together. The silence was heavy, fragile as tinder. Then, Cressida whispered, “Cut.” you collapsed to her knees, tears cutting through the soot. Finnick moved instantly, kneeling beside her. He brushed the grime from her cheek, his gaze fierce and tender. “You scared the Capitol,” he murmured, leaning in until their foreheads touched. “My Mockingjay.”