Finnick and I did not come to the glass home with anything so we helped carry my prep team's supplies out the door. I get as far as the entrence when I drop a case of shoes and my prep team gives me frantic look,
"Sorry," I laugh, "My bad." I go to pick up the array of shoes until Finnick's hand touches mine,
"Left me help you, darling," he said in an alluring tone. You could hear the whispers of dazed fans behind us melting over picture perfect moment between the Finnick Odair and Katniss Everdeen in public. I give him the 'somebody is watching' look. He takes the hint and looks amused with our little game of P.D.A. We lift the same stiletto shoe and stare charismatically into each other's eyes. Finnick's lips curl and he takes the shoe from my hand, laying his lip on mine softy for all of the Capitol to see.
He smirks and I pick up the remaining shoes to put back in their container. Then, as we leave center stage the crowd sighs in awe and he gives me a wink, throwing the stiletto into the glass house. We don't turn but you can hear it shatter. He looks pleased and innocently says,
"I never liked glass houses anyways," he announces as we laugh in unison.
We make it to a train that will take us to District 4, then begin watching the colorful city fade from out eyes. I sit on his lap happy to be going to a place I can call home.
"Don't get use to it," Finnick sighs, "You'll be traveling in and out of districts more than you can blink." I have not even looked at my prep team since we entered the train; I have been fixed on Finnick's beautiful eyes. It's been a few hours and I turn my head upwards to see he has dosed off peacefully, practically sleeping like he was posed. He even looks irresistible when he's sleeping. I find myself humming the song my father taught me…
"Why you singing that, Kat?" He says with one eye open looking down at me.
I watch the lights go past the train and pretend they are angels, "Sometimes I think I'd better off dead."
He open both eyes and looks at me very serious, "I know how you feel, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a thought in my head," he mutters, "Just don't hang yourself dear, then I'd surly have to meet you at the tree." It takes a minute for me to process the information then I realize the surety of that matter,
"I won't," I promise by leaning in to aimlessly plaster his face full of kisses.
I can see Prim, she is begging me to kill her before the Mutts attack. Prim! Prim! Hold on! I can't, I can't save her. I hear a canon fire. Suddenly my surrounding warp from the Games to black and my eyes flutter open. I see Finnick and the prep team over me cautiously,
"It's a victor thing…" Finnick sighs and instantly knows what happen.
"Well, regardless doll-face," he daintily adds, "We're here." He grabs my hand to walk of the train with me and turns to say, "Oh rule of thumb, smile and wave. If you thought the Capitol loved us, you have no idea."
I see a hint of spark in his green eyes as we exit the train, he lives for the attention I can taste it, and I am not going to lie- it's strangely satisfying. Smile and wave…
There is a sea of people waving and cheering on his arrival, he graciously waves and kisses my cheek, they roar louder. I smile at the crowd, with one hand holding his, the other waving. In the crowd I see a group of girls mutter the Katniss Everdeen and I blow a kiss in their general direction. They make a path for us, allowing us to walk through.
Finnick points to something in the distance, it was a beautiful oak house secluded on the shore. I could make out the faint sight of pin stripped blue and red curtains in the windows. The front door had a wreath made of knots, damn, even his house is cute. We reach the a certain point and we are walking alone,
"I haven't seen you knotting lately," I state questionably.
"I've been busy with work."
"That never stopped you before.. Even in the Games."
He looks at be stubbornly and crosses his arms, scowling at the opposite direction of my face,
"It broke," he looks back over and then smiles warmly, "but don't you worry! It's a good thing were here, I got that shit on tab," we laugh.
We reach the door, and he kicks it open, "Welcome home, Katniss Odair!"
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing," he fake coughs, "I said nothing." I didn't catch it, so whatever.
His house was perfect, it looked like mine back in Victor's Village but was better furnished. The entrance was two rooms, a dinning room and a living room. The dinning room had a red table cloth and unlit blue candles while the living room has blue couches with gold pin stripes and a fire place,
"It's perfect, and not a single scent of rose anywhere!" He gestures me to follow him and he walks upstairs in his bedroom, it's a simple white room… White walls, white bed, white sheets and a crystal chandelier. He walks forward and digs in a small box in his room, and pulls out a new piece of rope to manipulate,
"Much better," he affirms as he twists it between his fingers.
Then for some odd reason, his nose cringes and he looks to the left of his bed. I breath in and snap my head to the same direction.
Roses.
He looks my way and follows the scent, alas: on his nightstand is a fresh white rose and that familiar note card…