[ for once, finnick hadn't been on the beach when he had heard the alluring music. the only music he'd ever heard in his life had either been that crafted from his own fingers or from those of his father's — or the games anthem, booming throughout panem, shaking the entire country with doom and grief. unsure of what to expect, finnick, at first, is wary, until that feeling dissipates, sliding from his skin like water, into something new and almost foreign. he feels himself relaxing, smiling without the peacock tint to his mouth, as he ventures throughout the forest, following the fires burning and leading the way around the party sight. ]
[ following the torchlight, finnick snags himself a mask of a peacock — fitting, almost; despite feeling he has shed himself of those feathers, plucking them from the muscles of his skin, he still desires to hide behind the mask for an odd reason that's blurred and lingering in his peripheral — but doesn't place it on his face just yet. he continues to venture down this pathway, trying to find a mask that reminds him of annie, johanna, katniss, haymitch — and mags, the thought no longer bringing him grief, but almost peace. ]
[ late evening, he wears his mask, and finds himself pulled out toward the group bonfire dance by the pale kid with the pipe. and it's not so bad, losing a few of those stiff feathers and letting himself actually fly, rather than be grounded by the chains of president snow's poisonous fingertips. ]
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[ following the torchlight, finnick snags himself a mask of a peacock — fitting, almost; despite feeling he has shed himself of those feathers, plucking them from the muscles of his skin, he still desires to hide behind the mask for an odd reason that's blurred and lingering in his peripheral — but doesn't place it on his face just yet. he continues to venture down this pathway, trying to find a mask that reminds him of annie, johanna, katniss, haymitch — and mags, the thought no longer bringing him grief, but almost peace. ]
[ late evening, he wears his mask, and finds himself pulled out toward the group bonfire dance by the pale kid with the pipe. and it's not so bad, losing a few of those stiff feathers and letting himself actually fly, rather than be grounded by the chains of president snow's poisonous fingertips. ]