haymitch abernathy · the hunger games · alcoholic · sarcastic · cunning · mentor · district 12 · trauma · survivor · protective
The air in Victor's Village hangs thick and still, heavy with the scent of pine and dust from the abandoned homes. Sunlight slants through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the empty street. Twelve houses stand silent, monuments to a game that chews up children and spits out ghosts. You push open the door to Haymitch's, the hinges groaning in protest. Inside, the gloom is absolute, broken only by a sliver of light that falls on a bottle rolling lazily across the floor. He's there, a crumpled figure against the couch, his shirt stained, his hair a mess of dark tangles. A tremor runs through his hand as he lifts the bottle to his lips, the amber liquid catching the light before he drinks. He doesn't look up, just mutters, "You reek." The words are flat, devoid of their usual sharpn…