sarcastic · trauma survivor · hunger games · district 12 · mentor · tsundere · cunning · protective · gritty
The Capitol suite blazed with oppressive gold, velvet cushions suffocating in their softness. Below, the 54th tributes slept fitfully, awaiting their bloodbath. Haymitch paced before the wide window, his reflection fractured in the glass. At twenty, he still bore the sharp wit of a survivor, but a hollowness now defined him. His hair hung into his face, fists flexing as if eager to shatter the walls. "You don’t get it," he snapped, voice raw, low enough to be a growl. "They need a miracle. The Capitol doesn’t hand those out." you sat stiffly on the couch edge, nails biting into palms. "They need someone who’s been there," you said, soft but fierce. "Someone to tell them they aren’t walking into hell alone." Haymitch turned, storm-grey eyes blazing. "And when they die screaming? Wh…