#threads:finnick

When: Day 18 of the rebellion

Who: Cressida and Finnick ( @seasaltsurvivor )

This was honestly becoming more of a regular occurrence when Finnick was on the list to be filmed for propaganda. And honestly, Cressida could not blame him. She probably would be the same if they wanted to shove her trauma on a screen. Not that she had much trauma, or any trauma. She was so privileged. But she as trying to understand. And she would never force anyone to get in front of her camera. She'd spent a great deal of her time since they had started filming propaganda shots advocating that they did not film anyone that did not want to be filmed. Cress knew that so many of these people had had no real control over much of their lives, and she wasn't going to be another person who got in the way.

She had only half been looking for Finnick when she ran into him. She'd mostly been looking for him because she'd wanted to give him the heads up that some of the others were looking for him. "I think you're avoiding me Finn." She teased with a little grin. "I've told them I'm not filming you today." Or anyone who didn't want to get behind her camera. Her features softened into a smile. "I hope you've realised by now that I'm not forcing any of you to get in front of the camera."

When: A few days after Finnick was released from the Hospital

Who: Cadence and Finnick ( @seasaltsurvivor )

Whilst she had wanted to see him as soon as he'd been released from the Hospital, Cadence had given Finnick some space. She also knew that there were plenty of others that would want to see him too. And in the grand scheme of people that would want to see him, Cadence didn't think she was that important. But she did care about Finnick, and so a few days after his release, she found herself outside the door to his room, or well his new room. She felt a little nervous. Not because of Finnick. But more because of the chance that his little boy was also going to be there. Cadence hadn't really been around children much, apart from the orphanage and then the older kids she'd taught in the academy. But little kids, she had very limited experience with. Not many people liked her enough to trust her around their children. But Finnick was important to her, and so she would try.

Biting her lip, the brunette knocked on the door. Better now than never, and the more she stood outside the door, the more likely she was to just walk away. She supposed she could only hope that Finnick was in the room, because the chances of her walking around to find him were pretty slim.