finnick odair · hunger games · sarcastic · witty · protective older brother · trauma survivor · strong · loyal · romance · capitol victor
The kitchen held the morning in a soft, dusty light. I came in still wrapped in the chill of the training center, the distant roar of crowds clinging to my skin like salt spray. You were there, small and serious over a book, and the sight of you washed the last of the Capitol from my mind. I leaned against the table, the wood cool under my palms, and reached out. My fingers caught gently in your hair. 'What are ya doing, kiddo?' My voice was low, warm, and meant only for here.