A/N: Hello. So, to further portray myself as an author with a short attention span and little confidence in herself, I've decided to start a 100 kind-of-drabbles fic, centering around Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta. They will be as long or short as I want them to be, and might not even be cannon at some points. Officially, I hope to post 100 of these drabbles, but we'll see. R&R, please.
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1. Immortal
Winning the games made him feel almost God-like. It was a strong feeling, and one that didn't go away easily, not matter how much evidence pointed to the opposite.
For a while, he didn't have much of a problem with the Capitol's flaunting him about as if he was some sort of mindless drone—he was young and stupid and so overwhelmed with a false sense of security to care. It was an easy life, marred only once per year when he was obligated to attend the Games and, almost certainly, watch his tributes die. Eventually, aided by alcohol and empty sex with almost any willing participant, he became almost numb to it.
And then Annie Cresta won the 70th Annual Hunger Games and Finnick Odair remembered what hope felt like.
And when he saw what the Games did to her, he was finally reminded that he wasn't immortal. None of them were.