☓♐ finnick

“The girl in the fire dress. I’m pretty sure I’ve
heard more about you.” 

      Who hasn’t? One doesn’t set the entire country
      spinning on its ear and walk away without the
      recognition that comes with it. His eyes are still 
      sparkling- he knows the degree, the depth, how
      much they intimate that there is more and how 
      much they hide. Every word is spoken with an 
      airiness arrived to from careful, practiced calculation. 

            He cannot afford anything else.

"Don’t tell me you just came to admire the view.”

       ▌█ ☓♐

                    ❛that’s me. the girl on fire !❜

           her voice is filled with bitter sarcasm as she says
           that last statement; it drips from her lips like poison.
           he’s already grating her nerves to their ends, with that
           ridiculous charm & grin. her gaze is stony, lips drawn
           tightly to keep from biting remarks.

                    ❛no. i’m acquainting myself with the horse.❜