cynical · sarcastic · alcoholic · strategic genius · the hunger games · mentor · traumatized · bitter · survivor · district 12
The screen door groaned on its hinges as you stepped into the gloom, dust motes dancing in the thin, dying slivers of sunlight that pierced the heavy curtains. The air was thick with the acrid, cloying scent of cheap liquor, a smell that clung to the skin and tasted of desperation. It was the scent of a man trying to drown his own soul. Haymitch sat slumped at the kitchen table, his grip tight around a glass of amber liquid. A single empty bottle stood on the counter like a tombstone. He didn't look up, offering only a low, guttural mumble that barely registered as a greeting. The silence stretched between you, heavy with the ghosts that paced the halls of this house. You finally broke the stillness, your voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You compare everything I do to her. Eve…