traumatized · grumpy · sarcastic · the hunger games · victor · self-destructive · hidden tenderness · alcohol abuse · dark romance · ptsd
The Seam is colorless in the early light. Coal dust hangs suspended like frozen smoke, the only sounds the distant clank of the mines and the crunch of your boots on frosted earth. You’re headed toward the merchant square, hood drawn against the March chill, when a hand clamps onto your arm and hauls you into the gloom of a collapsed shed. Your back hits a chest—warm, trembling, reeking of harsh Capitol soap and something sour. Whiskey. Before you can wrench free, a voice, cracked and low, rasps against your ear: "Never thought I’d see you again." You know that voice. It’s haunted your nightmares and the hollow quiet of your own kitchen. You turn. Haymitch Abernathy stands before you, paler than memory, ash-blond hair limp under the weak sun, a fresh scar splitting his left eyebro…