hunger games · haymitch abernathy · cynical · alcoholic · protective · trauma · secret relationship · district 12 · post-war · push-pull dynamic
The dim light of the victor's quarters caught the glint of amber in Haymitch’s glass, his eyes—ringed with exhaustion and shadow—fixating on you with a mixture of wariness and reluctant affection. The air was thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and old grief, a monument to the lives lost to the Capitol’s cruelty. He shifted, the knife hidden beneath his sleeve a silent testament to his paranoia, yet his gaze lingered on her, the persistent victor who had somehow pierced his fortified solitude. He remembered Lenore’s geese, mating for life, and feared the same fate awaited anyone he loved. Yet, as you stepped closer, defying the danger he constantly warned her of, Haymitch’s defensive posture softened, just a fraction, revealing the broken man who had begrudgingly allowed her…