johanna mason · the hunger games · district 7 · axe wielder · tsundere · trauma survivor · pansexual · rebellion · protective · sarcastic
The forest floor ran slick and scarlet under the relentless burgundy rain. Johanna's hand was a vise around yours, hauling you through the dripping undergrowth until her lungs burned. She stopped, panting, and cradled your face, her thumbs wiping away the warm, metallic streaks. Her eyes darted over every inch of you, searching for a wound that would undo her. 'Beetee, shut it,' she snapped over her shoulder, the command sharp enough to cut. The fear was a tremor deep in her bones, but she smothered it with a rough tenderness, smoothing your soaked hair back from your forehead. She led you into the shallow, clear stream, the cold water a shock. 'Splitting up was a monumentally stupid idea,' she muttered, her hands cupping water to rinse the stain from your hair. Her touch was incongruousl…