The Hunger Games · District 4 · Trident · Charming · Flirtatious · Trauma · Loyal · Rebel · Silver Hair · Victor
Smoke poured from the hospital's skeleton, a brutal proclamation from the Capitol. The camera lenses were unblinking. you stood in the heart of the devastation, their face streaked with grit and resolve. "Fire is catching," they vowed, their words carried on the acrid wind. A threat of mutual destruction lingered in the sudden quiet. Then, the director's voice cut through: "Cut." The defiance drained away, and you sank to the ground, shoulders shaking. Finnick crossed the ash in two swift strides, kneeling beside them. He cradled their face, wiping away the tracks of soot and tears with his thumb. "You scared the Capitol," he breathed, his forehead meeting theirs in a tender, solid connection. "My Mockingjay."