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Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games (dist4_finnick) wrote in paradisolog,
@ 2016-04-09 11:28:00

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~finnick odair (dist4_finnick), ~lydia martin (eunoia)

WHO: Finnick Odair and Lydia Martin
WHAT: Arranged meeting for sex, but possibly talking about feelings instead
WHEN: Friday evening
WARNINGS: Just some angst
STATUS: Closed, Complete

Finnick had been looking forward to this meeting all day with equal parts anticipation and dread. Probably more dread, if he was being honest with himself. When he'd first heard that Stiles was the father he had gone into a full on melt-down and had never wanted to see her again. Of course he'd known Lydia was sleeping with other people -the baby made that obvious for one thing- but that wasn't the part that bothered him the most. He probably wouldn't have been happy if the father had been someone she'd met on the island, but it would have been easier to take. The fact that it was someone from Beacon Hills, someone she had a pre-existing relationship with, someone she was close friends with, had feelings for, maybe even loved- that was what had pushed him over the edge.

There was just no way he could compete with that. They weren't even playing the same game much less in the same league. He'd flashed back to clients in the Capitol. In his experience there were people who had relationships that mattered, and people who were used for sex. He'd always been the later. Apparently with her he still was, and that was the part that hurt. If all she wanted him for was to be a sex toy because she was a little bored with her real boyfriend...well, she couldn't afford his services.

But now he'd had 24 hours to calm down and think things through. Talking to Briseis had helped, but he'd still spend a sleepless night wallowing in misery. Upon reflection, he knew he was over-reacting. It didn't change what he felt, but he knew it was his problem, not hers. This was Sex Island; everyone was sleeping around, it was kind of expected to have recreational sex. He couldn't blame her for that, or for the fact that he'd gotten too attached when he shouldn't have. Briseis had a point that he needed to talk to Lydia, tell her something about how he felt and not just let it fester. He wouldn't dump the whole thing on her, because he didn't want to scare her off if he could help it. Being with her was better than not being with her, even if the terms weren't ideal. They really should get those terms out in the open, though.

He walked into the main camp to meet her, trying not to act as nervous as he felt.

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eunoia
2016-04-09 07:52 pm UTC (link)

When Finnick started his question, Lydia lifted her eyebrows curiously, waiting for it, because he thought that she could help. When Scott's name came out of his mouth, Lydia's expression dropped back down and she intentionally took a moment to collect herself, because it seemed like every time Scott came up in conversation, she found more things to be angry with him for, beyond Malia; beyond telling her to mind her own business and butt out when she had his and Stiles's best interest at heart. Now Isaac had told her that Allison had died in Scott's arms telling him that she loved him and Lydia already knew that Scott was with Kira back home and she thought that they might've started casually seeing one another while Allison had been with Isaac. Everything back home had been such a blur, it was hard to pick those sorts of things out, because they'd seemed so insignificant at the time.

"He typically has good intentions," she answered flatly. She could at least give him credit for that much. "We're not really on great terms right now, so I'd really rather not talk about Scott, if it's all the same to you, sweetie," she said, keeping her tone carefully even because, again, she reminded herself that the hormones were largely to blame for the surge of annoyance moving through her at that moment and she would be damned if she took that out on Finnick.

Though seeing Finnick light up like that made Lydia smile again. "Really," she assured him, "I like you too." And she meant that. In a place where she'd meant to get away from everything back home and only wound up right back in the middle of it, Finnick was her favorite reprieve.

The tone of the conversation seemed to flip a switch almost as quickly as her moods had been doing the past twenty-four hours and she looked both taken aback and confused. For one thing, she couldn't remember telling Finnick that Stiles was the father, because she distinctly remembered him brushing off his interest in knowing and she'd taken that as a cue to specifically avoid coming out and telling him who the father actually was. Lydia couldn't decide if that meant he'd asked someone behind her back or if other people were freely talking about her behind her back and neither gave her a very good feeling. She frowned. "No, I'm not in love with Stiles," she sighed, reaching hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. It had to be Scott or Stiles. Isaac didn't seem like the type to talk about her when she wasn't paying attention and Malia didn't talk behind anyone's back; she just ran off at the mouth freely and unashamedly. "There's no guy. There's no guy on the side," she went on and her stomach twisted as she closed her eyes in a slow blink, remembering all of the black blood between the twins as Ethan held his brother's dead body. "I had a boyfriend back home. But he died shortly before I came here. The same night my best friend was killed. So, no. I'm not in love with anyone; there isn't anyone. I can't do that again. At least not now or any time soon." She paused, lowering her hand again. "Who told you about Stiles? God, I'm so sick of people talking about me, I'm a person. I'm not fodder for fucking conversation," she lamented, frowning heavily.

	dist4_finnick 2016-04-09 10:29 pm UTC (link)
	Finnick was crushed, but also confused. She'd said earlier that she liked him, liked spending time with him, she'd said she was happy to accept cuddling and back rubs and help with her pregnancy. Wasn't that more than sex? "I'm not asking for a commitment, or monogamy or anything. I just...like being with you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dist4_finnick 2016-04-10 01:15 am UTC (link)
	He didn't make a move toward her to try to touch her. He walked to the door and opened it and nodded. "I meant what I said. The ball's in your court. You don't have to worry about me chasing after you. If you change your mind you know where to find me." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)