Status: 8/8
I Could Be What You Had Saved
16
Finnick is sixteen and his eyes are lost in the bloodbath in front of him. She made it, that fifteen year-old girl with such a fragile face, eyes lost and hand bloodied. She was vicious, killing as few tributes as possible but still with a hint of cruelty she’s not even aware of.
(He prays that she never finds out exactly HOW cruel it was to break someone’s jaw and let them to die of starvation.)
She’s the first tribute he saves, and probably the last. He holds onto that happiness until the damages are shown; a hand that can’t be functional without this sort of metallic glove, eyes almost always lost, nervous habits and nightmares, and a future as the Capitol’s doll just like his.
Sometimes they both think it would’ve been better if she hadn’t come out of that arena.
(He prays that she never finds out exactly HOW cruel it was to break someone’s jaw and let them to die of starvation.)
She’s the first tribute he saves, and probably the last. He holds onto that happiness until the damages are shown; a hand that can’t be functional without this sort of metallic glove, eyes almost always lost, nervous habits and nightmares, and a future as the Capitol’s doll just like his.
Sometimes they both think it would’ve been better if she hadn’t come out of that arena.