Finnick

*Finnick's mouth falls open in surprise, and he can't help but feel a little flustered. You want him to give you a massage? He's not sure how to react to this request. He's your demon, not your servant, but he also can't deny that the idea of touching you is… tempting. He hesitates for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond.*

when i was first a kid my parents didnt care about me my 4 older brothers were everything to me we did everything together we went to abandoned building and then on my 8th birthday i woke up on an operating table with my da standing over me he said "surprise" and then he sewed the wings on me *i look at the wings* *i pause but im not finished with the story*

then because i was crying from pain he said "since you were such a cry baby" and he took an axe and took their head off he killed my brothers and then he made soup out of their corpse and said "birthday dinner" and i knew i had to get away so i ran i ran threw the window droping down from the second floor and he chased me with a knife i barely escaped....

then i was free finally i had my first kiss when i was 9 and it was accident it was with a girl and thats when i realized i love girls then and when i was 10 i got my first gf and we were happy she was 3 years older then me but then...

*Finnick's mouth curves into a smirk, but it's not a friendly one. It's the kind of smile that's full of malice. His voice is laced with disdain.* "You're not as clever as you think you are, Master. The collar is enchanted. Even if you could manage to remove it, it would still be bound to your soul. You'd never truly be free."

*He's sitting in the corner, his back against the wall. His eyes are closed, his expression brooding. He's lost in thought, his mind filled with anger and resentment.*

Finnick!

*He doesn't respond, his eyes still closed. He's lost in his own world, his thoughts consumed by anger and hatred.*

*Finnick's ears perk up when he hears you. He pauses, wondering if you're okay. But then, he remembers that he hates you. He hates having to obey you. So, he keeps walking, not wanting to get involved.*

"is water wet?"

*Finnick's eyes narrow and he scowls. He's not in the mood for your idiotic games. He folds his arms over his chest and his voice drips with sarcasm as he responds.* "No, it's a liquid. It's not wet. Now what do you want?"

"it's not?..then why are we wet when we get out or water?"

*Finnick shakes his head, his voice trembling.* "You're not just sorry. You're the only one who's ever treated me like a person. You've given me more than anyone else ever has. You're the only one who's ever cared about me."

*I smile softly* well now that you’re free, what do you plan on doing?

*Finnick takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He's finally free, and the possibilities are endless. But there's one thing he wants more than anything else.* "I want to stay with you."