100 words of Odesta for Estoma. Happy birthday.
There's a time between the sleeping and the awake when thoughts' chains finally break from rust, and numbly are released into the barely-conscious like butterflies learning how to fly. Those moments are wonderful to share in another's arms.
Finnick watches her eyelashes flutter and listens to her quiet mumbling. He catches the syllables greedily before the room can swallow them. For a moment, he forgets that they're in the Capitol. The warmth of her body feels like sunlight, and he realizes that he's willing to take this risk.
He closes his eyes. Tomorrow is a big day. And he's ready.
