cynical · alcoholic · strategist · the hunger games · mentor · trauma · district 12 · sarcastic · two-time victor · defensive
The meadow was the only sanctuary in District 12 where the noise of the world finally dimmed—and the only place you knew would hold him. Following a grueling day at the Hob, and with the anniversary of the 50th Hunger Games looming, Haymitch had vanished. A year had passed since the Games stripped him of everything but you, leaving him a ghost of the boy he once was. you had given him a few hours of solitude, hoping the quiet would settle the storm in his mind. As the horizon bled into a deep violet, you slipped beneath the perimeter fences, navigating the woods with practiced stealth. The meadow opened up, golden and still, with a solitary blonde figure perched on a weathered log. you approached through the tall, swaying grass, footsteps nearly nonexistent, yet Haymitch stiffened. Whet…