𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄 |❀| In which Quinn Marshal, Victor of the 68th Hunger games is thrusted back into the games where she reunites with an old enemy Finnick Odair. Where Finnick's holds the record for youngest Victor, Quinn holds the record for most ki...
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𝐍ight seemed to come quicker than usual. It could've just been the fact that this was the first time Quinn was sleeping anywhere but an underground bunker but it still felt odd. The couple both laid side by side next to a wall. Finnick slept on his side with his arm hooked around Quinn who faced up towards the ceiling. Sleeping felt impossible for the girl. Too many things going on in her mind.
𝐒he felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of a timer going off. She looked down at her watch which she only just remembered she a had set a timer on. The time on it read '7:00'. It was their turn to watch Peeta. She let out an involuntary groan before groggily slipping from Finnick's grasp and nudging him awake. "Finn, wake up it's our turn" She whispered quietly, mindful not wake the others. Quinn instantly felt the warmth leave her body as soon as he removed his arm from her and a chill ran down her spine, realising how cold it was.
"𝐃id you get any rest?" He asked with a yawn. "Define 'rest'" Quinn replied with a knowing look before they both shifted to lean against the wall beside them. "This is weird.." She commented. "What is?" He raised a brow in question. "Having to take turns watching Peeta so he won't kill Katniss. If someone told me this while we were still in the arena, I wouldn't have believed them" Quinn retorted while focusing on the sleeping boy across the room. "Neither would I" He adds while giving her a half smile.
"𝐘ou know, we didn't get to finish our conversation earlier" She bought up while swallowing down a nervous gulp. "Yeah.." Finnick sighed. "You shouldn't have come here, Quinn" His voice changed to a serious tone. Those words caught her off guard and she turned to give him a confused look. "You really think I'd let you walk into this alone?" She scoffed as though his reply offended her. "If you genuinely thought that you could leave and I wasn't going to do anything about it then you truly don't know me at all, Finnick Odair".
"𝐁ut that's the thing! I wouldn't have left had you told me sooner!" He argued. "And said what!" She snapped causing him to lean back in surprise. "I'm not good at talking about these things Finnick! I don't know how to react! I don't know how to explain it, all I know how to do is ignore it and act as if it doesn't even exist!" A heavy sigh escaped her lips as her eyes shifted to focus on the ground. The man immediately felt bad for quarreling with her and also turned to frown at the ground.
"𝐈 wasn't planning on keeping it." Quinn turned to face him though her eyes remained focused anywhere but his. She didn't need to look to see the frown on his face. "If that's what you were worried about..." She added as if answering a question he had not yet asked. "I just thought that you deserved to know.." His entire demeanour seemed to drop after she said that. His whole mood seemed to shift. "Oh.." He spoke with an expression Quinn couldn't quite read. It was then that a horrible wave of guilt came crashing down on him as he realised how his previous choice of words might've given her the wrong impression.
"𝐖ell if you don't want it then I understand..but if you do, just know that I'm willing to take that step with you" His hand found it's way to hers and wrapped itself around her cold grasp. In doing so causing her to meet his eyes to which he offered her a warm smile that only grew bigger when she returned it. "God I just want to go home already.." She sighed, breaking eye contact. "District 5 is usually nice around this time of year..." She continued. "District 4 is nice all year" He remarked causing her to spin her head back around to give him a 'Really?' Look.
𝐇e grinned seeing the expression on the girls face and brushed his nose against her. "You clearly misjudge my content for the ocean" Quinn raised one of her effortlessly perfect eyebrows. "We'll see about that" He retorted before pulling her into a kiss. God, as much as she hated to admit it, she really did love the feeling of his lips on hers. The feeling of warmth and safety all jammed into a single kiss. His hand quickly found its way to her hair where hers also rested atop of his, while the other traveled to her waist. Quinn was glad nobody was awake to ruin their moment of affection. Not like she gave a damn about what anyone thought about their intimate affairs.
"𝐖ell that sure is something to wake up to" Quinn felt her soul leap out of her body at the sound of someone speak. The couple turned in perfect synchronisation to see Peeta AND Katniss staring back at them with mixed looks of awkwardness and discomfort. 'So much for nobody being awake' Quinn thought. They both instantly pulled away and went back to leaning against the wall. Finnick snickered softly, Quinn turned to face the other side of the room feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
𝐒lowly more people began to wake. Jackson, Boggs, Gale. "Odair, Marshal. It's your turn" said Jackson who must've been half awake because Quinn just stared at her with a dumbfounded look that screamed 'What do you think we're already doing dumbass'. Despite it not being Katniss's turn she still stayed awake, presumably out of paranoia or just not being able to sleep. "We've been here before you know" Peeta says to Katniss and the whole room falls silent again. "What?" The Mockingjay questions. "That look. I've seen that look" Peeta answers and both Quinn and Finnick turn their heads, interested in the conversation.
"𝐘ou're trying to decide whether or not you should kill me". "I never wanted to kill you" Katniss countered. "And that's not what I'm doing now". "I saw it with my own eyes. In the first games" The boy continues, adamant that he's correct. "In the first games I thought you were trying to help the Careers kill me" She says almost spitefully. "After that, I always saw you as an ally." She finishes. "Friend, lover, Victor, fiancé, enemy, target, mutt, and now ally?" With every word his voice got harsher and louder. Quinn felt her body tense sensing the boy about to go off again and slipped her hand into Finnick's.
"𝐘eah, I'll add that to the list of words I use to try to figure you out" He scoffed while shaking his head. "I'm sorry" He said quietly. "I just can't tell what's real and what's made up any more". "Then ask" Quinn answered instantly. "It's what I do" She said while looking down at her and Finnick's intertwined hands and rubbing her thumb over them both. When she turned to look at him she realised he's was smiling down at her. A real, genuine smile. "Ask who?" Peeta sighed. "Us, we're your unit now." Jackson spoke up and Peeta looked back down at his hands.
"𝐘our favourite colour is green" He looked up at Katniss. "Is that real?" He asked. "Yeah, that's real" The girl confirmed. "Yours is orange. Not bright orange. Soft, like the sunset" Hunger Games Quinn would've gagged at the sight of their bittersweet conversation, who knew how much growth a person could go through during the span of a year. "Thank you" The boy said with a slight smile and although nobody asks her to, Katniss continued to list facts about the boy. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You always sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. You always double knot your shoelace's".
"𝐘ou were right" She sighed while standing from her spot. "I can't do this" Her voice broke off ever so slightly at the end while she walks away. Quinn watched as a what looked like a mixed look of sorrow and misery coated the face of the young bakers boy. "I'm glad they didn't change your memories..." Finnick whispered in Quinn's ear, bringing a lighthearted smile to her face. Finnick could only imagine how different their current situation would be had Quinn gone through the same torture as Peeta.
𝐐uinn was too focused on Peeta and Katniss's talk that she hadn't even realised how tired she was. It wasn't until her head slumped against Finnick's shoulder due to her neck being to sore to hold it up on its own, did she realise how much she yearned for rest. And moments after closing her eyes did she feel the addictive pull of sleep.
