goooooodness this is gorgeous. just a really really really great Finnick piece and I'm at a loss for words but this gave me chills:
She did not look like herself then and she didn't look like herself dead in Finnick's arms, not with that alien blue hair.
Ondine's blood was the first to stain his hands. Ondine's, of all people. It might as well have been his blood, Four's blood, fish blood, blood with saltwater in it.
Finnickkkkkkk. I'm so stoked that you chose to fill this prompt and oh man, I really love what you did with it. So unexpected and so razor sharp. His first instinct to save himself and the second trying to hold Ondine's wound together jfc. What an interpretation of the prompt, wow.
Finnick received his very first parachute on the very first day, sponsors so charmed by his shock and regret. People are so charmed by Finnick. They are so sympathetic.
Ah, this was so lovely! Four's blood, fish blood, blood with saltwater in it - for some reason that line just stuck with me. And your closing paragraph - made me shiver. I loved it!
This was heartbreaking. I'm also a sucker for fic where Finnick really is a Career - especially in a way that makes sense in regards to his age - so this hit all my buttons.
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She did not look like herself then and she didn't look like herself dead in Finnick's arms, not with that alien blue hair.
Ondine's blood was the first to stain his hands. Ondine's, of all people. It might as well have been his blood, Four's blood, fish blood, blood with saltwater in it.
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Finnick received his very first parachute on the very first day, sponsors so charmed by his shock and regret. People are so charmed by Finnick. They are so sympathetic.
These last sentences make me wanna die.
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This is devastating. Sharp and gorgeous and so Finnick! The language is beautiful. I love all the sea imagery. So beautiful!
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