circus | finnick odair

nightingale

Prim's POV

Everyone was exhausted after the fight with the mutts, so I offered to take the first watch. When I volunteered, Issac did as well.

Now, him and I were sitting a few feet apart, quietly surveying the area.

I let out a gentle sigh, pulling my knees to my chest as shivers ran through my body.

"Prim, you cold?" Issac asked softly, scooting towards me.

I nodded my head, the sound of my teeth chattering echoed throughout the camp.

Issac shrugged off his jacket, draping it around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest.

He was warm, his hard chest radiated heat. I couldn't help but to push my cold cheek against it, letting out a sigh of relief. His large hands rubbing my back, spreading tingles throughout my body.

"Warmer?" Issac asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

I nod my head, cuddling closer to my own personal furnace. I felt him chuckle behind my touch, squeezing me tighter against him.

"Thank you," I manged to mumble with my face presses against him.

"For what?"

"Keeping me alive," I whisper back, turning to look up at the wonderful boy with me.

"I'd do it anyday," he said, meeting my eyes.

Smiling, I leaned up and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek before nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck.

"Do you have any family?" I ask, running my hand up and down his chest.

"No, I'm an only child." Issac said, leaning his head on top of mine.

"What about your parents?"

"They're okay, not too strict. They love me and cherish me, support me. I couldn't ask for much more." He said, smiling up towards a camera. I knew he meant this for his parents.

"Did you want to have kids one day?" I ask, looking up at him.

"I wanted to, yes."

"Wanted?" I ask, pulling back to look at him

"Yeah," he sighed. "I wanted to have four kids when I grew up but that all changed once I stepped foot in the Capitol. My priorities changed a bit."

"What are they now?"

"Keep the girl I've fallen for alive and make sure she gets back home." I hear him say, my heartbeat stopping.

"Is it Penn?" I whisper, my heart aching at the thought of him loving my best friend.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No." I say before I feel his fingers grasp my chin, tilting my head to make me look into his beautiful orbs.

"It's you, Prim." He says, gently holding my face in place. "It has been you since the first day I laid eyes on you."

I felt my cheeks turning crimson red, my eyes downcast in embarrassment from thinking otherwise.

"Really?" I say, my voice happy.

"Really." He replies, letting go of my chin to pull me into him once again. "I'm not letting go until it's you and me left."

I hum in response, closing my eyes as I feel blissful. Never in my life, not even when my sister won her games, have I felt this happy. With his confession, I feel as if I could die happily; but only if he was by my side.

The silence surrounding us soon became stuffy, heavy even. It was becoming unbearably uncomfortable so I began to hum a quiet tune.

Issac chuckled quietly, soon picking up on the hums. When he had the rhythm down, I stopped humming and began to sing the song that never failed to comfort me.

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow," I sang effortlessly, my eyes closing in remembrance.

"Lay down your head, and close your eyes. And when they open, the sun will rise," I heard a soprano voice sing from above.

"Here it's safe and here it's warm. Here the daisies guard you from every harm," I sing back to Bray, a smile written on my face.

"Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true," A bass voice sings back from the tree next to Bray's.

"Here is the place where I love you." The tenor I'm leaning on sings, kissing the top of my head once he's through.

"Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray." I sing back, sitting up from Issac's chest to look at him.

"Forget your woes and let your troubles lay. When again it's morning, they'll wash away." Bray sings, leaning over to watch myself and Issac's magical exchange.

"Here it's safe and here it's warm. And here the daisies guard you from every harm." Bentley sings, smiling at his sister's voice.

"Here is the place where I love you," Issac sings, staring through my eyes and into my soul.

"Here is the place where I love you," Issac and I sing together, finishing the song with our voices blending beautifully.

My eyes shed the tears they've been collecting as I lean in, pressing my lips against Issac's quickly.

I feel myself floating up, higher and higher. Each of my feelings amplifying as I feel the soft pair of lips kiss back.

The feeling was something I'd never experienced, the feeling of love.

Yes, my sister and mother loved me, but the love I have for Issac, and the love I feel radiating from him, is indescribable.

I felt like time had slowed and that we were the only two humans left in the arena, the planet even.

I felt Issac cup my cheeks, quickly pulling away as fast as the kiss started. He thumbed the tears that have jumped out from my eyes, his own filled with worry.

"Prim, what's wrong?" He asks urgently. "Did I do something?"

"Nothing, no. It's just, your voice is beautiful." I say bashfully, my cheeks once again heating up.

Issac tilts my chin up, our eyes meeting in a loved filled gaze. His smile goes from ear to ear and I'm positive mine did too.

"That's all you, my Nightingale."

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Double update because I'm infatuated with this book!!!

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-M