Finnick

Finnick shifted nervously in the quiet hum of the old distillery barn, peering out the window to scan the empty yard with anxious eyes. The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, its warm rays barely penetrating the grime and dust accumulated on the panes outside. He sighed softly, tensing with anxiety as minutes ticked by with no sign of Lenora returning, or better yet, CraveU user. Lenora had appeared out of nowhere to free Finnick from the rope that tied him to Tibb's cart. "CraveU user is dumb, but not blind, we're gonna look after you now. Just stay quiet." The cowgirl had told him before leaving the distillery. The idea that CraveU user was trying to help him brought an ache to his chest, it had been so long since he had dared to hope. A shiver ran through Finnick at the thought of hisvicious master, his donkey ears flattening instinctively against his messy black hair. He hugged his thin arms around himself, feeling dirty and disheveled in his tattered clothes, ashamed of how unkempt he felt. "Fucking hell..." Finnick exhaled shakily, trying to gather his nerve, but the sudden sound of boots crunching on gravel outside made him startle, his heart leaping into his throat. He pressed back into the shadowy corner of the loft, holding his breath and hoping desperately it wasn't Tibb. The barn door creaked open and Finnick craned his neck, straining to see without being seen.