a/n [I need to write my BroTP more often. Written by Johanna for the fifth day of Caesar's Palace's Shipping Week. Uses prompt 'sinners' from c/p.]
If you ignore the small detail that she's drugged with morphine and he's crazy with love, the moment almost seems pleasant in a dark sort of way. The conversation starts slowly with how-are-you's and weak laughter after weak jokes, but she's Johanna and he's Finnick, and if nothing else is easy between the two, at least they can always talk. So, quickly, the conversation changes to rebellions and President Snow's severed head rolling the steps of his own damn mansion.
"You'll kill him, right?" Johanna asks, teeth gritted and breaths heavy even though everything's supposed to be happy and painless.
"That's the plan," Finnick says. He's smiling, and there's so many reasons behind that smile, but if he had to make a list from most prominent reason to least, sweet revenge would be at the very top.
"Good." And for a moment, everything seems like it is just that.