BoggsxFinnick
Ever wondered why Boggs was so impressed of the sight of Finnick Odair in his underwear?
I knew from the first moment I stared into his sea-green eyes, I was in love. His chiselled face, the way his bronze-coloured hair glittered in the light. Everything about him fascinated me, pulling me in with his God-like charms. I would often spend my nights simply watching him sleep in his hospital bed, I would do anything to make him mine and I would always be close so if anything happened I could be his hero. I ignored my timetable, choosing to follow Finnicks activities instead. I never let him see me, but he always knew someone was there. I even contemplated killing Annie, her mind was already dead, I was just helping her body catch up. It wouldn't be hard, a pill in her food, a blow to the back of her head, a pillow over her face. I thought of everything, alibis, evidence to suggest someone else, I even planned a time. But then we were called to the Capitol for war. A moment of torture, and a moment of bliss, was when he arrived in front of me in his…revealing underwear, wiggling about, and I thought he loved me back. That's when I told him. In the privacy of our shared tent, I revealed my secret admiration. He took it badly, calling me psychotic when I told him I watched him sleep, or hadn't been further than 100 metres away from him since he arrived. I didn't let this faze me and I moved in for the thing that I really wanted. To press my lips again his own is all I desired. But as I tried, he pushed me out of our tent, into the pouring rain, shouting
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Even these words sounded divine in his seductive voice. In that brief moment I knew I could never be his, that reality clouded every thought, every decision I made. When we went through the pod-lined streets of the capital, my guard was down, and I paid for that with my life.
I was distracted by the sexy walk of my forbidden love, I didn't even notice the explosion until it was too late, I tried to cry out Finnicks name, but my voice was too weak to call out the name of a God. With my last words a whisper, my life drained out of me, without ever receiving the love from my obsession.
