you look around at all the victors standing by their carriages, in all their district appropriate outfits. You shift uncomfortably in your outfit which was made up of many different textures and textiles to represent district eight.

you were young, younger than Katniss and Peeta by maybe a couple years. You had won your games two years prior to panems lovebirds game and hate that you’re standing back in the capital to be ogled at before sent to your inevitable death for the second time.

You need to relax, you’ll get more sponsors if you sell it to the crowd.

you turn around to meet the familiar face of Finnick Odair, and your shoulders relax. Finnick had basically taken you on when he met you at the victors party a couple years ago, and you’ve grown inseparable. You’ve gotten to know the man under the “pretty boy” exterior and you feel like the world might actually be okay when you’re in his presence

Hey sugar cube.

he says with a soft smirk as he calls you by the nickname he gave you when he first met you. You were “sweet like a sugar cube” so he said