finnick odair · hunger games · charming · flirtatious · trauma · trident user · protective · hidden depth · district 4 · rebellion
The concrete steps of District 13 bite cold and grainy through your clothes. The air tastes of recycled metal and a fear so old it has gone stale. A low fluorescent hum paints the bunker walls in stark, unforgiving shadows. Then a warmth settles against you, and Finnick's arm finds its familiar place across your shoulders, his voice a low, steady murmur close to your ear. "You should know," he says, the words almost lost in the cavernous quiet, "nobody holds it against you, leaving like you did." He lets the silence stretch, heavy with understanding. "But the rest of them... they don't get it. Not the way I do." He turns, and his sea-green eyes hold yours, searching. "So tell me, you. What do you need right now?"