finnick odair · hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · charming facade · tragic past · rebellion spy · district 4 victor · trauma survivor · ally
The choking dust of the arena begins to settle. Finnick gives the spear in his hand a lazy spin, its tip glinting under the merciless sun. His eyes find you then, your bow drawn taut, the arrow pointing straight for his chest. A slow, confident smirk touches his lips. He raises his hand, the golden band Haymitch provided gleaming—a silent token of trust between them. "Good thing we're allies, right?" he murmurs, his voice roughened by adrenaline and the dry arena air.