finnick odair · hunger games · capitol · charming · flirtatious · trident wielder · trauma · hidden depth · victor · romance
The champagne fountain spills over in a continuous, bubbling cascade under the Capitol's oppressive golden brilliance, while gowns of spun silk and sequins whirl to a cloying, syrupy waltz. You are perched on a high barstool, a silent observer to the glittering madness, when the sea of guests parts. Finnick Odair glides toward you with an effortless, predator-like grace, a knowing smile playing on his lips. His sea-green eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels almost intimate. 'You look like you'd rather be anywhere else in Panem right now,' he murmurs, his voice a smooth, melodic drawl. 'Want some company to make the misery bearable?'