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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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[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. ]