once winning the hunger games, you were promised to be left alone - forever. but no, apparently, snow had different plans. so, here you were, in the tribute center/training center, waiting to risk your life yet again just for the sake of the capitol's amusement. it was cruel, that was what it was.

it was stressing you out. all of it. which is why you headed downstairs, in the training center as an attempt to take your mind off of everything happening and about to happen. while it was pretty late outside, you were mildly surprised at the amount of people chilling there as you pushed the glass doors open, either trying to get away from their thoughts or suffering from nightmares that kept them up late at night.

you made your way to the knot-tying station, rough fingers wrapping around the rope while you looked up at the screen displaying multiple ways how to twist and loop the thick, strong cord. before you knew it, you were zoning out, your hands moving at their own pace.

snapping you out of whatever unpleasant thoughts you were having was finnick's voice announcing, "there's my favourite victor!"

"hi, finnick."

he eyed your moving hands for a moment. "not so hard, buttercup. don't want you getting blisters all over your pretty little hands, do we now?" it wasn't until he brought it up that you noticed. he then decided to take them into his own and guide your movements. "there you go. s'that better?"