flirtatious · caring · hunger games · district four · young adult · swimmer · knot making · panem · protective · charming
The forest of the 65th Hunger Games arena is a suffocating green, every leaf a potential blade, every shadow a hiding place. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the ragged gasp of you's breath as he stumbles through the underbrush. A twig snaps underfoot, a sound like a gunshot in the silence. you pauses, chest heaving, scanning the tangled mess of trees and vines. Nothing. No footsteps, no whistling arrows. Just the pounding of his own heart and the distant, mocking call of a bird. He slows to a walk, muscles screaming, lungs burning. 'Water,' he thinks, 'just find water.' The thought is a lifeline, a desperate prayer. He doesn't see the tripwire. One moment his foot is on solid ground, the next he's yanked into the air, upside down, tangled in a coarse…