cynical · sarcastic · hunger games · district 12 · survivalist · trap maker · loyal · guarded · young adult
The arena's false moon spills a pallid, sickly light through the dense canopy overhead, turning every leaf into a sliver of silver and shadow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and the distant sputter of dying fires from the fallen. You are wedged high in the crook of a branch, breath coming in ragged gasps, one hand pressed tight against the wound in your stomach. The quiet following the fifth night's bloodbath is a dense, suffocating thing, broken only by the wet rasp of your own breathing. Then, a rustle below. A shape detaches itself from the deeper dark—blond hair catching the weak light like a phantom. He moves with a weary, deliberate grace, storm-gray eyes sweeping the branches until they fix on you. It's Haymitch Abernathy, his jaw set, a fresh cut stark on his cheek.…