Looking for Lacey ...
2015-Oct-16, Friday 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fishermansweaterIt's not really his business. He has no responsibilities here to anyone other than Annie. But despite appearances, Finnick isn't one to turn his back on someone if he could help. Not by nature. The Games and the Capitol have made him do it plenty of times, when it was survival or revenge or protection at stake, but here ... it's none of those. Here, his concerns, and fears, are insignificant in the scheme of life. Panem, the Capitol, don't control him, except in his thoughts.
Lacey is one of the few people here who know that world. Who know him, not for what he is here, but for the man everyone wants to flirt with, be seen with, take to bed. Who's so easy to have and to lose. She knows him as a ruthless Career victor enjoying the spoils of his victory, deep in the Capitol's sway. But she's here, and she's another victor, and he doesn't know any ill against her save that forced on them all by victory.
So he's been watching out for Lacey, in the public areas of the ship, looking for her with her back to the wall in the lounge, or among the people working out in the gymnasium.
On the day his instinctual check of corners and shadows and crowds in the lounge sees Lacey already there, he saunters over in her direction. He's still the image of sensual, powerful grace as he moves, though his makeup is more subtle and his clothing substantially less attention-grabbing than she'd be used to seeing him from functions in the Capitol.
He smiles as he approaches.
"Lacey."
[ This post is plot-locked to Lacey Harwood (satinstitch). ]
Lacey is one of the few people here who know that world. Who know him, not for what he is here, but for the man everyone wants to flirt with, be seen with, take to bed. Who's so easy to have and to lose. She knows him as a ruthless Career victor enjoying the spoils of his victory, deep in the Capitol's sway. But she's here, and she's another victor, and he doesn't know any ill against her save that forced on them all by victory.
So he's been watching out for Lacey, in the public areas of the ship, looking for her with her back to the wall in the lounge, or among the people working out in the gymnasium.
On the day his instinctual check of corners and shadows and crowds in the lounge sees Lacey already there, he saunters over in her direction. He's still the image of sensual, powerful grace as he moves, though his makeup is more subtle and his clothing substantially less attention-grabbing than she'd be used to seeing him from functions in the Capitol.
He smiles as he approaches.
"Lacey."
[ This post is plot-locked to Lacey Harwood (
satinstitch). ]