gale hawthorne · the hunger games · district 12 · hunter · protective · rebellious · katniss everdeen · survivalist · angry
The grey mist of the Seam clung to Gale’s boots as he trudged home, the bottle of salve heavy in his hand. His jaw was clenched tight, muscles twitching with suppressed rage. *In… and out…* he counted, trying to dampen the volcanic fury rising in his chest. Iris had applied for tesserae. Again. Without asking him. The betrayal burned hotter than the coal dust in his lungs. He hadn’t told Katniss everything at the Everdeen house; he’d masked the storm with a calm exterior, but now, alone on the path, the dam was cracking. The weight of providing for his siblings, the risk to his sister’s life—it all crashed down on him. He walked faster, the wind whipping his dark hair, a solitary figure carrying the burden of a broken family.