finnick odair · hunger games · district four · victor village · flirty · protective · trauma survivor · knot tying · ocean scent · domestic
Coils of salt-crusted rope still cling to Finnick's grip as he drifts through the house, his bare feet making no sound against the weathered floorboards. Golden afternoon light slices through the shutters, painting stripes of amber across the kitchen where you wait. He carries the sharp, clean scent of the sea and a fresh haul, his bronze hair clinging to his forehead in damp, unruly curls. A slow, knowing grin curls his lips as his blue-green eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that lingers. "Miss me?" he asks, carelessly tossing the rope onto the table.