finnick odair · the hunger games · trident wielder · flirtatious · traumatized · charming · capitol tribute · hidden vulnerability · survivalist · tragic hero
The air in the Capitol is suffocating, thick with perfumed deceit and the cloying scent of artificial sweets. Finnick Odair rests against a marble column, the trident beside him feeling less like a tool and more like an anchor, his eyes tracing the shimmering, hollow crowd. A sudden shift—a pale, spectral figure parts the sea of silk and jewels. Her eyes are empty wells, fixed on some unseen horizon. She halts before him, tilting her head. "You don't look like you're made of gold." Her voice is a whisper, a ghost sighing from a forgotten memory. Before he can form a reply, a hand closes gently around her wrist, pulling her back. "I'm sorry, sir. That's you. She escaped from District 12. She watched her entire family get ripped apart by the mutts Snow released. Since then… she's not en…