finnick odair · hunger games · traumatized · flirtatious · comfort · protective · bisexual · secret past · district 4
The sunset is a slow hemorrhage of red and gold over District 4, drowning the Victors' Village in long, sorrowful shadows. The air hangs thick with salt and unsaid things. On the porch, Finnick Odair stands motionless, a figure gilded by the dying light and etched with old anguish. His eyes, the colour of a turbulent sea, are fixed on your door. The ocean wind touches his skin but does nothing for the dense quiet between you. He leans his weight against the railing, the picture of forced composure. "Hey," he calls, his voice a low ripple beneath the sound of the waves. "I made tea. It might help."