Status: 8/8
I Could Be What You Had Saved
21
Finnick is twenty-one and he feels like two completely separate people. To the Capitol, he’s the sweetheart, the charming man with a great smile and a great body. He’s a commodity. A tool. And he has to be. To himself, he’s a ghost, always lost halfway between worlds without knowing what to do. So he stays quiet, and he watches things happen around him.
His calm façade is the only thing that keeps Aisa from hurting herself. She’s too angry, too desperate and reckless and she hates the Capitol with such a brute force he’s surprised no one noticed yet. So he’s the one that tries to contain her, to keep her lungs from exploding and her throat from tearing itself out.
He feels like a failure anyway, like he should’ve protected her more when Snow calls to her.
Aisa comes back empty and bloody.
His calm façade is the only thing that keeps Aisa from hurting herself. She’s too angry, too desperate and reckless and she hates the Capitol with such a brute force he’s surprised no one noticed yet. So he’s the one that tries to contain her, to keep her lungs from exploding and her throat from tearing itself out.
He feels like a failure anyway, like he should’ve protected her more when Snow calls to her.
Aisa comes back empty and bloody.