Playing: [unknown / nth – hozier] ‎ 2:53━━●━━4:40 ♪ ♬ “do you know, i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you?”

Finnick wanted nothing more than to be rid of the Capitol.

The stares that came with being a desirable victor, the ridiculous expectations, the disturbing way people looked – dyed skin, outrageous outfits, just… far, far too superficial. It made him sick.

There were times, fleeting moments, where he considered giving up – refusing to do President Snow’s work, refusing to give up his body to keep his loved ones safe. He always brushed those thoughts off, almost immediately. He couldn’t. Not when you were on the line.

Finnick would put up with it, he always had.

Instead, he’d spend as much time with you as possible when back in district four, pushing away all thoughts of the Capitol and his “work”.

It made everything less difficult, seeing your smile, how you beamed when picking seashells together from the coastline. He didn’t have to think about the Capitol. About Snow.

“You know,” he murmured, glancing up from your intertwined hands to meet your gaze, “You’re gorgeous like this. Hair sandy, drenched in sea water.” His gentle smile was contagious, the way his dimples adorned his lips.