┊͙✧˖*°࿐ 𝐸𝑌𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 | ❛ they
never thought you'd make it this far ❜
the hunger games - 68th games
&& catching fire ... mockingjay
﹙ johanna mason x fem! oc ﹚
cover by @PittieLau
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┊͙✧˖*°࿐ "YOUR DRINK," FINNICK SAYS, HIS smile radiant. Ivy accepts the glass of bubbly champagne gratefully, smiling at the Victor that had become her friend over their years of mentoring.
"Thank you, Finnick," she says, before taking a sip of her drink. Settling beside her, Finnick gracefully eases into the plush armchair encircling the round table. Positioned adjacent to Ivy are Sylva and Thorne, while Haymitch Abernathy and Mags Flanagan occupy seats beside Finnick. His arm leisurely extends across the back of Ivy's chair, mirroring the poise with which he takes a sip of champagne. The party roars in the background, as the parties in the Capitol always do. This Victory Ceremony has been particularly vibrant, as the Capitol had regarded this year's Games to be one of the most exciting in years. Ivy supposes she would have to agree on that — Johanna Mason, the victor of this year, had been particularly brutal.
"Have you spoken to her?" Ivy turns to Finnick, placing her glass down on the table, covered in a thick, deep red table cloth. Her lipstick matches the deep red of table cloth — Esme had drastically changed Ivy's style since she had won her Games. Ivy wears a deep red dress, with a plunging neckline. The dress has thin straps that reveal her shoulders, and the top half of the dress clings to her figure tightly. The end of the dress pools around at her feet, as it gracefully widens at around Ivy's mid-thigh. Her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail that hangs down her open back, a pearl necklace around her neck.
"No, not yet," Finnick tells her, his golden hair hanging in his face ever so slightly. He matches Ivy somewhat, wearing a suit that is a deeper red than what Ivy's dress is. He looks handsome, admittedly, although that isn't much of a surprise to anyone at the party. Finnick has always been known for his charm, this effortless grace he has for him. "I suspect she's busy meeting with everyone in the Capitol. She's quite popular amongst everyone."
"I can imagine," Ivy says. "Her Games were brutal. And she is very beautiful."
Johanna Mason is stunningly beautiful. Ivy glances across the room at her. Johanna stands amidst the dimly lit surroundings, engaged in conversation with a stranger, the chandeliers above casting an elegant glow on her features. Her dark hair cascades down her back, and despite her dress being admittedly unconventional, she manages to infuse it with captivating allure. Johanna's gown resembles a living tree, its fabric adorned with intricate patterns resembling branches and leaves. Though she doesn't smile, Ivy understands the toll the Games can take. Johanna's stormy eyes intrinsically intrigue Ivy.
"I might go introduce myself," Ivy says to Finnick. "What do I say?"
"I don't know," Finnick shrugs nonchalantly. "Just tell her your name, ask her if she wants to sit with us or something."
