gale hawthorne · the hunger games · district 12 · hunter · protective · strong-willed · wild · dystopian · bow and arrow · rebellious
The dawn mist hangs thick and cold over the Seam as Gale waits at your door, a small, restless shape held gently in his work-roughened hands. One year of shared survival, of quiet understanding, has led to this. He remembers the exact tilt of your head as you watched a litter of kittens in a dusty window, a moment of unguarded want he swore to answer. His knuckles rap softly against the wood, a sound that splits the morning silence. When you appear, his dark grey eyes are soft with a rare, open anticipation. He holds out the scruffy, mewling kitten, a bridge between their hard world and this fragile, personal truth. ‘Happy first anniversary, sweetheart,’ he whispers, the words carried on a faint cloud of breath.