"...Dryad." he replies, sliding his arm back so instead of his elbow, Finnick's hand is curled around Cinna's, and he clasps it warmly with a firm squeeze of solidarity.
Any remaining doubt, fear, disquiet about his own end--it's as dead as he will be. He's never been more sure that he's done the right thing, in absolutes, and he wouldn't change a line. For his family, for Katniss, for Panem...and for Finnick Odair.
Cinna rarely thinks of things outside his work, his craft--and after this, he's thinking of another use for that gold netting that had been wrapped around his waist, another costume he'd have put Finnick in for the parade. Something more befitting that warm and gentle smile. Dark, snug fitting trousers and sturdy boots--all fine fabrics and rich leathers befitting a Capitol spectacle, of course. Top it with a long-sleeved shirt, a dazzling white thermal henley with no collar that would hug his muscled torso and show the strong line of his neck.
Cover everything, reveal no more skin than was absolutely necessary so the Capitol could admire not his beauty, but the strong and powerful shape of his body: the body of a fisherman, a child of the water, the heart and soul of District 4 with that gold netting polished to a shine and looped over his shoulder for a day on the water. Maybe even adorned with glittering, wriggling fish in shades of blue and green...
Vowing to make this vision a reality, he feels himself relaxing a little more as he releases Finnick's hand.
"I chose Dryad--and I'd love to have your help getting squared away. See if I'm still able to ply my trade here. I'm not afraid of a little hard work, but if my time back home is up, I'd like to leave another part of the universe with a few more pieces of my work to hopefully do some good."
He scans the room, eyes once again glancing over the striking redhead he'd met earlier, among others.
"The uh--canvases in this place are incredible. Maybe you'd even let me style for you sometime? If you're still fishing, I'd love to make you something. I learned my trade from my Mamaw, I can craft good solid working clothes that just happen to look nice if all's I got is needle and thread."
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Any remaining doubt, fear, disquiet about his own end--it's as dead as he will be. He's never been more sure that he's done the right thing, in absolutes, and he wouldn't change a line. For his family, for Katniss, for Panem...and for Finnick Odair.
Cinna rarely thinks of things outside his work, his craft--and after this, he's thinking of another use for that gold netting that had been wrapped around his waist, another costume he'd have put Finnick in for the parade. Something more befitting that warm and gentle smile. Dark, snug fitting trousers and sturdy boots--all fine fabrics and rich leathers befitting a Capitol spectacle, of course. Top it with a long-sleeved shirt, a dazzling white thermal henley with no collar that would hug his muscled torso and show the strong line of his neck.
Cover everything, reveal no more skin than was absolutely necessary so the Capitol could admire not his beauty, but the strong and powerful shape of his body: the body of a fisherman, a child of the water, the heart and soul of District 4 with that gold netting polished to a shine and looped over his shoulder for a day on the water. Maybe even adorned with glittering, wriggling fish in shades of blue and green...
Vowing to make this vision a reality, he feels himself relaxing a little more as he releases Finnick's hand.
"I chose Dryad--and I'd love to have your help getting squared away. See if I'm still able to ply my trade here. I'm not afraid of a little hard work, but if my time back home is up, I'd like to leave another part of the universe with a few more pieces of my work to hopefully do some good."
He scans the room, eyes once again glancing over the striking redhead he'd met earlier, among others.
"The uh--canvases in this place are incredible. Maybe you'd even let me style for you sometime? If you're still fishing, I'd love to make you something. I learned my trade from my Mamaw, I can craft good solid working clothes that just happen to look nice if all's I got is needle and thread."