❝ all that blood was
never once beautiful
it was always just red ❞
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In which the sweetheart of the Capitol
has to navigate her way out of a
deadly game once more.
──⭒─⭑─⭒──
finnick odair x...
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"𝕱innick!" I pause for a moment, listening to hear footsteps on the stairs, but there's nothing. Sighing, I lean back over the top of Finnick's sofa. "Finnick!"
"I'm coming!" He shouts back as I stifle a giggle. I always find the annoyance in his voice funny, because it makes me chuckle.
We've changed houses for the Quarter Quell ceremony. Instead of congregating at mine, I've joined Finnick in his home, two doors down. It's similar to mine, a little less lived in due to Finnick's trips to the Capitol, but still, it's warm enough. The layout mimics my home, but instead of a faded, deep green couch, his is blue and the rug near the fire is white. His house is chic, far more modern than mine, and I know that the people in the Capitol often send him back with all these fancy, new, up to date things because of how in love they are with him.
Finally, I hear footsteps drumming down the stairs, and Finnick's lanky body makes an appearance. He hopped over the back of the couch, landing beside me as I jolt around from my seat. I almost spill the glass in my hand, though manage to catch it at the last moment as I hum in annoyance.
"What?"
"I didn't say anything." I shake my head as he scowls. He hates when I don't tell him what's going on.
"You're thinking something."
"No."
"Yes." He switches the TV on, as I lean back into the arm of the couch, taking a moment to calm myself before I have to watch through this dreadful programme. "Alright, final guesses on what it could be?"
"Split, female and male arenas." I echoed his words from a few weeks earlier thinking that it would be the most logical thing to occur and also provide a relative challenge. Finnick hummed in agreement, confirming my thoughts as the Caesar Flickerman show blares to life. The both of us begin to eat dinner.
I had cooked tonight, making a dish with plaice at my house and then bringing it with me to Finnick's so that we could eat as we watched the quarter quell announcements. Twirling the spinach around my fork, I pulled another piece of fish off to chew on.
"This is really good." Finnick's foot nudged mine gently as the theme music blares before Caesar appears.
"I swear, he never seems to age." I mused. "Do you think the Capitol's made an anti-ageing potion and been feeding it to him since the Games began?"
