Let 'em drag you through hell
They can't tell you to change who you are
That's all I know so far
Or
When Carver Callisto fights like her life is on the line, while finding unlikely friends along the way.
(Cuh-lihs-tow)- Most beautiful
OC x Finnick...
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Carver's jaw falls slack as she walks into what she now considers Beetee's Lair. Multitudes of enhanced weapons lay strewn about the room. Color coded arrows, high-tech machine guns, knives, all the works. Her head moves around in awe as she admires the deadly room surrounding her. Finnick watches her delight and finds it amusing how entertained she is by the sight. He's been offered to come down here a few times, but could never bring himself to do it until now.
"I made Katniss these." Beetee pulls them out of their daze, holding up a handful of arrows. "They're color coded, black is regular, yellow is incendiary, and red is explosive." He smirks at his own handiwork before setting it down. "And I figured since we're all going to fight eventually, it might be beneficial to give our two best combatants their own specialized weapons."
His hand gestures to a table in the back corner, making his reveal much sweeter. On the table is a golden trident with intricate details swirling all over it. The metal carvings look exactly like waves and Finnick's eyes light up as he surges forward to grab the weapon. His fingers run over the weapon before he expertly cuts circles in the air. He looks like a child who got exactly what they desired on Christmas, but Carver couldn't judge. A split second after him, she grips the beautiful silver battle axe on the table that has been anxiously awaiting her arrival. She doesn't dare touch the blade of the weapon as it is fashioned so sharply that simply staring at it could cut someone.
Finnick lightly jogs back over to Carver after testing out his trident. He lifts an eyebrow as he watches her eyes dance over the silver axe in her hand. "If I didn't know any better I'd say that you just fell in love." He teases with a fake pout on his face.
"I think I did." Carver breathes out, still not believing the gorgeous battle axe is hers. Her cheeks start to hurt from how much she's been smiling. It's been a long time since those muscles have been in use.
"Should I be jealous?" Finnick asks, setting his trident on the floor to lean on. Carver feels the incessant need to push his buttons.
She shrugs with a blank expression, but anyone could tell from her eyes that she's planning something devious. "I don't know, should you?" He tilts his head, developing his own need for chaos. He looks her up and down, flicking his tongues over his bottom lip. His hand grips the handle of her axe before leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Don't make me take that away from you."
Carver smirks, enjoying the flirty banter. She quickly rips her axe out of his hand, twirling it in between her fingers. An all powerful force swirls through her body, her muscle memory providing a satisfaction nothin else can. Retaining a skill that hasn't been in practice for months is like drinking water after walking days in the desert. It quenches a physical thirst and makes the perpetrator feel rather victorious. "You wouldn't do that." She says innocently. "You love me too much."
Finnick chuckles and shakes his head. He sneakily maneuvers around Carver and her axe, using his agility to wrap his arms around her. She yelps loudly, writhing in his arms, trying to keep her weapon out of his reach. Instead of reaching for it, he kisses her cheek. "You're right. I do love you too much."
