fishermansweater: (Pale but determined)
Finnick Odair | Victor of the 65th Hunger Games ([personal profile] fishermansweater) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd 2015-01-19 04:26 pm (UTC)

Victors sit with their backs to the wall.

The vigilance of the arena is hard to let go, especially since the arena continues on long after the Games end. Alertness, vigilance, watching for danger, looking into the corners, the places people think they'll be hidden. It's only that sort of alertness that kept him alive in the arena, not once, but twice, that kept him moving through the long game he's been playing in the Capitol for so many years.

So when Finnick, healed (at least physically) of the wounds from the arena, steps into the lounge, it's with a watchfulness belied by the easy grace in his walk. He's got fresh clothes now, not quite his style, but preferable to the dirty and torn shorts he'd been in when he'd been flashed here from the arena.

He's still got Haymitch's bangle on, though; it's one thing he can hold onto as real when everything else is so unbelievable.

It's that vigilance that means that he sees her, though she's in the corner -- back to the wall. Sees her, and takes a few steps closer, his easy swagger dropped for a moment into a gait more hesitant, less certain.

What does it mean that she's here, too? The face of the revolution they'd been planning, at the heart of it all but unaware of the plans in place around her?

"Katniss!"

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