In which a young woman with darkness in her soul finds serenity with the Capitol's golden boy.
finnick odair x fem!oc
catching fire - mockingjay: part 2
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Once they make it on the train, Diana immediately makes her way to the plush sofa, while Darius beelines for the bar. They are both silent and their facial expressions resemble stone. Hazelle and Porter follow the other two slowly. Porter is doing her best to figure out the best course of action for the Victors — now once again Tributes — while Hazelle attempts to smile, hoping to distract everyone from what feels like imminent doom.
"How about some refreshments?" she suggests, her smile wobbling as Darius momentarily turns away from his moonshine to glare at her. Porter briefly places a hand on Hazelle's shoulder, giving her a small, reassuring smile, before turning to look at the youngest woman.
"Diana..." she starts, but Diana raises her hand.
"Don't," she says simply, never once looking at any of them. "What's done is done."
"Isn't that a nice way of putting it?" Darius speaks up, his voice so low it resembles a growl.
"Are you really planning on spending what little time we have being pissed at me?" Diana snaps, finally turning her head to glare at her mentor. What little time we have left.
"You promised me!" spits Darius as he whirls around to match Diana's glare with his own.
"I did no such thing!" she snaps back, rising from the couch but not taking any steps toward him. "In fact, I distinctly remember telling you the complete opposite!"
"Well, excuse me for thinking for even a second that you could be reasonable!"
"Reasonable?!" Diana nearly laughs. "How is letting you go back in there on your own reasonable?!"
"And what is your grand plan here exactly, Diana?!" Darius spreads his arms so abruptly, he nearly hits Porter in the face. "You go in there with me and kill everyone else, then kill yourself to make me the Victor?"
Kind of, yeah. Diana does not say that. Still, it seems everyone understands.
"How can you do this to me?" Darius asks, his voice now so soft it could give someone whiplash. His eyes water and Diana nearly flinches. In the six years she'd known him, she'd only seen him cry once and it was on a night they later both swore never to speak of again.
"I'm doing this for you!" the young woman exclaims and Darius almost reels back from the sheer disbelief. She truly believes this.
"You being dead doesn't do shit for me!" he whispers furiously. "What the hell did I do to ever make you think otherwise?"
"Darius..." Diana trails off, her voice now small. You didn't do anything. It's me, it's always been me. I don't know if I can do this anymore.
"Alright, let's all just... take a minute," Porter speaks up, raising her hands as if to placate a pair of wild animals. Hell, maybe that's exactly what they are. "Look, Diana's at least right about one thing: what's done is done. The only thing we can do now is prepare," she reasons.
