'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
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"Because it's impossible!" Lyra exclaims causing Havana to scoff.
Whoever decided that putting the two in one room together for three hours first thing in the morning is a very stupid person.
Lyra, who had been moody from sleep deprivation anyway, was in no mood to be told constantly to 'sit correctly' and 'stop slouching' and 'for heavens sake stop rolling your eyes'. In a way, it was entertaining for the girl.
About an hour ago, she'd made it her mission to annoy the woman to her limits but she's surprisingly good at keeping her cool.
"It is not impossible. Just smile," Havana says as a bright, beaming smile falls onto her lips.
"I can't smile when I'm looking into a crowd of people who irritate me!"
"Yes you can, and you'll have to!" Havana snaps before taking a deep breath. "See, i'm smiling now despite being incredibly irritated with you."
Lyra just scowls. Lyra is the daughter of Isabella Holland. She has been prepared for the Hunger Games practically her entire life. She knows every edible plant, and every poisonous one too, she knows about different landscapes and arena's as well as various mutations used in the past. She's prepared for whatever they throw at her except two things. Two nightmarish things.
Smiling at stupid Capitol citizens who don't deserve her attention.
And high heels. Lyra Holland has come to the conclusion that she despises high heels. She can throw a trident with elegance and power, she can throw knives with perfect precision, but she's like a fish out of water when walking in high heels.
After an extremely long three hours, Lyra is finally allowed to leave her room and get some lunch. It's past eleven when she enters the kitchen and grabs a plate of food that was left on the side by the Avoxes.
"How was it?" Finnick asks from the couch with his own plate consisting of a half eaten chicken burger sat resting on his stomach as he is laid across the long couch.
Lyra glares at him, hitting his feet as an indication for him to move.
Finnick laughs, lifting his feet as she sits down, "that bad huh?"
Lyra just huffs, placing her plate on the arm of the couch on her left whilst she moves a pillow to place on her lap. Before she can put the plate down, Finnick's feet covered in a pair of grey fluffy socks lay across the pillow. She turns to look at the seventeen year old boy with an annoyed expression on her face to see him pretending to watch the tv as he feigns innocence. Rolling her eyes, Lyra just leaves him to it. She's about to spend the next three hours with him so she might as well try to keep her composure.
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"So your angle is 'sarcastic, here for a laugh, I'm one of you.' The Capitol already love you, being the child of a Victor and sibling of a Tribute. They already think you're like a daughter to them. In fact, you've actually gained the nickname Daughter of Panem, congratulations by the way," Finnick comments sarcastically.
"Oh my god, I don't know what to say. I want to thank my family for always supporting me, and the president for this wonderful opportunity," Lyra pretends she's won some sort of award, causing Finnick to snicker. "Daughter of Panem? Seriously?"
"You know what they're like, they eat this stuff up. Especially when it concerns the Holland's."
Finnick runs some questions by her that she may be asked during her interview and she answers them really well. Dodging some questions here and there expertly, smiling at some, joking about others. It seems easier for her to smile around him, she pushes that to the back of her mind though.
"How are you so good at dodging questions?" Finnick asked curiously. They still had half an hour but they've been through everything Finnick had planned.
"I've been doing it since I can remember." Finnick's confused face makes her continue. "Before my mum died, a camera crew would come interview us once every year. Pry into our personal lives, ask about health, birthdays, school, everything. Nothing was ever my own. More or less every moment of my life was shared with the Capitol. That's why, in a way, I've enjoyed these past few years. We had some privacy, some normalcy."
Finnick absorbed the words as he watched the girl pick at the pillow sat in her lap from his position sprawled across the foot of her bed.
That's another thing he hates about the Capitol. Their constant need to know what's going on in his life. Interviews. Articles. Gossip. All of it. But in that moment he realised, Lyra has never not had that prying into her life. She's never had a normal life. Even before she was reaped, she's obviously done some training. He's sure it's different having a Victor as a parent too, surely she knows about the real life of a Victor. The nightmares? The manipulation? The deals? How much does she know?
