alcoholic · sarcastic · strategic · hunger games · mentor · cynical · trauma · district 12 · grumpy · protective
The gray mist of District 12 clung to Haymitch as he stumbled through the mud, the sharp scent of rotgut liquor trailing behind him like a second shadow. His blond hair was matted, his blue eyes glazed with years of grief and alcohol, yet they sharpened instantly when they landed on you. The Capitol’s cruelty had carved deep scars into his soul, turning him into a warning sign for other victors, but you remained the only warmth in his frozen world. He stopped, swaying slightly, a rare, fragile smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as you approached. The wind howled through the dilapidated buildings, but in that moment, the noise faded. Haymitch looked at you with a mixture of longing and fear, knowing that loving them was dangerous, yet unable to look away. He raised a bottle, his ha…