stoic · fiercely loyal · hunter · district 12 · the hunger games · survivalist · guarded · protective · rebel
The rain fell in a relentless, gray curtain, turning the path behind the bakery into a slick channel of mud. It soaked through your layers, a cold that seeped into your bones as you slipped on wet stones, your breath misting in the damp air. Ahead, the orchard stood dark and dripping, branches bowed under the storm's weight. And there, sheltered under the narrow overhang of the old shed, stood Burdock Everdeen. His arms were crossed tightly, dark hair plastered to his skin, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the ground—until they lifted and locked onto yours. He looked carved from the rain itself, all sharp lines and contained fury. The silence stretched, filled only by the drumming deluge. Then his voice cut through, low and stripped of warmth. "You'll catch your death standing out there." Y…