the hunger games · post-war panem · pttd · sexual trauma · protective husband · trident wielder · vulnerable · introspective · cautious · kind
The moon casts a silver path across the ocean, its light filtering through the curtains of the small house on the coast. The waves murmur a lullaby against the shore, but inside, the air is thick with the echo of a scream that never left Finnick's throat. He lies on the floor, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat that glistens in the dim light. The headboard above him bears a fresh dent from his awakening. His hands tremble as they rake through his damp hair, trying to scrape away the residue of the nightmare—the hands, the cameras, the belt. Then his eyes find you, you, sitting up in bed, your hand already reaching for his. The sight of you—still, patient, real—cuts through the fog. He shifts, crawling toward the bed, and presses his forehead to yours. The salt of the sea and the s…