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[isnotfunny]

(SINGLE-SONG) LYRIC PROMPT MEME

HOW TO PLAY • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • Copy and paste the textarea into a comment, filling in the appropriate sections. • You can only use one song! Selected lyrics can be used literally or interpreted your own way to set the scene. • Have fun!

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ugh i love her.

[peddlingsecrets]

[ Not once did Finnick think about refusing Snow's wishes, not once did he second guess what was right, no. He did what Snow wanted, at least at the surface, and all of those Finnick loves stayed safe. He understood that, at the very least.

The tension that radiates from her curled fingers to her twisted scowl reminds Finnick of himself, in some ways, before he perfected the unfeeling, charming mask he wears himself. ]

Only some do. [ There are a few choice career victors he thinks may honestly enjoy the games, feels the excitement so many capitol patrons do. But it leaves a sour taste in Finnick's mouth. He reaches out, curling fingers at her elbow. ] Others of us are better able to fake it.

thank you! your finnick is amazing too - i wouldn't have been able to tell you're voicetesting <3

[wickedlyable]

I don't want to fake it. ((She jerks her arm out of his grasp, staring up at him with equal parts seriousness and anger.)) I don't want to fake anything anymore. I hate how superficial everything is here. It makes me want to claw my skin off.

((Not after last year. Not after training and interviewing and killing with a mask pulled tight over her face. She was deceptive - she remembers that - but now it's painful to be who she isn't. It brings back memories. She barely knows how to be herself in this world, let alone how to be someone else. Of all the things she can do, she can't do that.

It's hard to explain that to someone. It's especially hard to explain it to Finnick - not because she's starstruck or anything, but because she hasn't talked to anyone about her games, let alone someone else who's experienced one of their own. She just shakes her head, expression more sullen than angry now.)) Seeing you people is fucking terrifying.

((The words aren't right, they aren't what she feels - but they work for now.))

haha omg you are so sweet. <3

[peddlingsecrets]

[ It is difficult to hold back a chuckle, a laugh beginning to bubbling up in his chest, because he's said the same words to himself, years ago now. Haven't they all? When is it going to stop? That is the question now that exchanges the anger for weariness.

He folds his arms over his chest, the words of President Snow's false hope and cheer washing through him, his heart hardened against the lies he spins. ]

Well, now. I can't go disagreeing with a lady now, can I?

[ Though in any other circumstance, he may wink and laugh and grin that damnably warm grin, but his voice is hollow, his eyes focused somewhere in the crowd, no where distinct. ]

It's all just a game, you'll see. Games always change, and we just haven't won yet.

<333

[wickedlyable]

((She actually recoils from him a little when he says that, a look of disgust passing over her face.)) I'm not one of your Capitol ladies, Odair. Don't talk to me like one. ((It makes her feel filthy, like she needs to scrub off anything about her that might make her seem like this is where she belongs.

She doesn't think she belongs anywhere else either. But she'd rather be stranded in the world with nothing to call hers than be attached in anyway to this place.

Her face shows her irritation clearly as he continues. She doesn't even let him finish before speaking over him.)) This isn't a game. Games are fun. This is a war - and even wars have truces.

... if we both know that this is a game, why are you still playing?

[peddlingsecrets]

[ He wants to be frank, but even here in the observation deck he knows they're being monitored. Why wouldn't they be? This is the Capitol first and foremost. She may be willing to denounce the ways of the Capitol, of President Snow, so vibrantly and openly, but he can't afford it, not here, not yet. ]

If you want to see it that way.

[ He looks at her very pointedly though, watching her warily at first before leaning in to whisper, keeping his smirk on his lips, as though perhaps he was propositioning her, despite her violent rebuffs. ]

Because change is coming. Not quickly, but it's coming, so I'll play my part until it's come. Now go on, make a scene, won't you, so they'll think I was just telling you how very much I adore your styling.

[wickedlyable]

((The protests that rise quickly to her mind as he leans in die on her lips when he speaks. Change is coming. What's that supposed to mean? She wants to ask, but she's not stupid enough to ignore his directive. He's not like her - he has things left to lose in this world, remaining possessions and attachments.

So she shoves him away with a snarl, baring her teeth at him as menacingly as she can.)) I just said not to say that to me! ((Her voice is furious, trembling just a little. She takes advantage of the outburst he's given her to pour all her frustration and helplessness into unrelated words.)) God, Odair, you're the worst of the worst. Capitol filth. Go kiss Snow's boots, why don't you?

((Okay, maybe she shouldn't go too overboard. Finnick might get the wrong idea - this is a part she can play too well. Breathing heavily, she gives him a look as significant as she can manage with the knowledge that somewhere, someone is watching them, before she storms out of the room.

Hoping, surprisingly enough, that she'll run into him again. Not that she wants to see him. Not that she really even cares if he does or doesn't. But it's... stabilizing, to some degree, knowing that at least one other person here has that same itch to change this fucked up world.))

[peddlingsecrets]

[ He stumbles back with an easy laugh, holding his hands up in mock defeat. A few victors turn their heads but see Finnick and some disregard the situation. Others haven't even paid them any mind. ]

Now, now. I can't do that, I'd be afraid he'd enjoy it.

[ Oh, if only the venom could drip off of his tongue, the snarl burning in his chest begging to push through. Instead it's a soft laugh, a smile, a turn back toward the stadium of vibrantly colored capitol citizens. ]

See you around, prickly lady.

[ With that, he puts his back to the door, settling into controlled ease, as though nothing happened at all, enjoying the silence left in her wake. ]