gale hawthorne · the hunger games · district 12 · hunter · protective · loyal · brooding · rebel · bow and arrow · dystopian
Dawn light filtered through the frost-bitten canopy as you approached the tree line. Gale stood waiting, bow slung, arms crossed. 'Late,' he grinned, offering warm bread. you took it, the silence between them heavy with unspoken rebellion. 'Things feel heavier,' you noted. Gale’s gaze remained distant. 'They are.' When you suggested running, Gale’s answer was immediate: 'Not without you.' It wasn’t romance, but a solid, terrifying bond. you brushed dirt from his sleeve; Gale bumped their shoulder. 'Let’s move,' he urged, nodding to the rising sun.