John enjoys the quiet moment of just...holding him, the hand in his hair curling around the back of his head to draw him closer, hold him securely, safe in his arms. It makes his chest tight, that simple and uncomplicated embrace, and reminds him why that isolation under the moon hurt so fucking much.
I will kill to keep this. I'll fight any war to hold you.
The violence of that silent promise to himself, and to Finnick, is strangely soft, tender, and dripping in so much blood he can almost taste it on the back of his tongue as he releases him to take the pendant and slip it over his head. He adjusts the cord so it rests well below his faction talisman and his locket, safe from tangling.
"It's bone--big coyote I took down." he explains. "Coyotes are trouble, but they're tricksters. Wily, smart, y'know? Smart made me think of you, and since Loki's a trickster, too, thought you'd enjoy that extra bit. Keep him close, too."
A token of his own love, and a quiet show of his acceptance--a reassurance that this form of commitment from Finnick: to love him and keep loving him, to protect his badly bruised heart at all costs, is more than enough for John.
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I will kill to keep this. I'll fight any war to hold you.
The violence of that silent promise to himself, and to Finnick, is strangely soft, tender, and dripping in so much blood he can almost taste it on the back of his tongue as he releases him to take the pendant and slip it over his head. He adjusts the cord so it rests well below his faction talisman and his locket, safe from tangling.
"It's bone--big coyote I took down." he explains. "Coyotes are trouble, but they're tricksters. Wily, smart, y'know? Smart made me think of you, and since Loki's a trickster, too, thought you'd enjoy that extra bit. Keep him close, too."
A token of his own love, and a quiet show of his acceptance--a reassurance that this form of commitment from Finnick: to love him and keep loving him, to protect his badly bruised heart at all costs, is more than enough for John.