"what if we got married. For the propo. It'll show them there's still some good in the world and that we can be happy if we join the revolution." Finnick proposed late at night in our room in the base.
"But it's not just for the propoganda though. I want to marry you." I say like it was common knowledge.
"I want to marry you too." He replied.
"So this is sort of our engagement then?" I asked.
"Yeah. I guess we are engaged." He replied taking my hand in his and holding it for comfort.
"I think this is a good time to use this up before I get caught with it." I say. Finnick makes a confused face as I reach under the bed under a stack of blankets and grab the neck of a bottle.
"We're not allowed to have champagne in 13. Where did you get that?" He asked as he popped the cork quietly.
"I found it in my apartment when I went and raided it last week. I actually found two bottles but I gave one to Haymitch." I explained.
"We can't be hung over tomorrow we have a video to do." He said responsibly.
"What are we even supposed to do?" I ask though I had heard already. I just needed to be sure.
"We're just telling what we know. Everything we learned from our special work we can now use against them. We didn't decide to be paid in secrets for nothing." He answered.
"At least we don't have to go out into the field this time but I really wish Katniss had the heartlessness to play the role we have to play." I say.
"We're not heartless." He said in a low whisper as he stroked my cheek gently. He brought the sheets over us on our bed and scooted closer so that our bodies were practically touching.
"I- I can't stop myself. Every word that I say to anyone now just makes them mad at me. I'm worried that I am being too harsh on the people staying here with us. I just want to run out of here and kill snow but I can't. They won't let me." I explained.
"Are you thinking about death again?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm scared that I will hurt people I care about because I have so much power here and everyone pisses me off except you so I started thinking about just...you know...making myself disappear but I stop myself because every time I think of that you walk into the room and I have to pretend I wasn't thinking about it again."
"I knew you were thinking about that but I didn't know it was this bad. How are you not sobbing?" He questioned in curiosity.
"Crying is a sign of sadness. I can't be sad when I have hundreds of people to manage all day and dozens of soldier trainees to put on the propaganda field by next month. I'm numb to trauma." I was croaking out sentences now because my throat was dry and I was exhausted.
Finnick wrapped me so tightly in his arms I felt like I was being swallowed by comfort and love. He clicked the light off and pulled the sheets up higher holding me just as tight as we rested our eyes for the night.
We got to sleep in because we weren't needed till the afternoon and we were supposed to look well rested and happy.
When we were awoken they took us to get hair and makeup as well as wardrobe. Effie put makeup on me and fixed my hair into a crown braid but left strands poking out and curled them with a curling iron. She covered them in gold and put bird charms in my hair to symbolize the revolution.
I was dressed in a golden dress that flowed like silk looking like it could slide off of me at any moment. The sleeves were bell shaped and cuffed around my wrists and the collar of the dress cuffed around my neck.
It was reasonably fitted around the torso with corset boning details and shiny gold thread. The dress was floor length but I wasn't wearing any shoes since my feet won't show on camera.
When I walked out Finnick was wearing a normal looking outfit and I glared at Effie for making me get all dolled up. It was for a purpose though.
"3...2...1...action!"
"We were selected by president snow to do special deeds for the capitol for their satisfaction. I was forced to get paid to pleasure people and y/n was stripped of her privacy as she was forced to be on every billboard half unclothed for everyone to stare at and then manage her own boyfriends... appointments." Finnick started.
"We were offered paying in generous amount like this was a choice but we agreed to change this for the future generations of the capitols favorite victors." I continued.
"We haven't dealt with the likes of money for years. We have been getting paid in secrets."
Finnick paused for dramatic effect and It was the most glorious feeling. I was about to release so much built up information that I wouldn't be surprised if the crew gasped audibly.
"President snow wasn't always at the top. He poisoned his superiors until he was at the top. But he didn't want to be suspicious so he drank the poison with them."
"Snow was able to get medical attention but the bleeding sores in his mouth will forever remain. He even wears a perfumed rose to mask the metallic smell of blood." Finnick added.
"Let knowledge be our future. Rid this broken world of its broken people and reunite in high spirits for the games are no more. Snow, you better keep your eyes on the flames because your toxic world is flammable and we are spreading." I didn't know what came over me but it was strong. It was powerful. It was the revolution.
Katniss is the matchstick.
And I am the flames.
