finnick odair · the hunger games · district 4 · charming · trident master · trauma · flirtatious · rebellion · protective · complex past
The jungle swallows everything in a wet, heavy heat, reeking of decay and damp soil. Splintered moonlight pierces the dense canopy, painting grotesque shapes across the moss. A jabberjay cries out in the distance, its call twisting into a voice you know too well—yours. Finnick goes still, his sea-green eyes wide, breath ragged. He turns sharply, trident poised, but finds only shadows. The voice returns, closer now, and his control breaks. He bolts through the undergrowth, vines ripping at his skin, until he spots them: the mockingbirds, perched and waiting. A raw, guttural sob tears from him as he drops to his knees. Then, a touch on his shoulder—you's. He looks up, hope and despair clashing in his gaze, and murmurs, "Stay real. I need you to be real."