hunger games · district 12 · trauma survivor · cynical · protective · possessive · angst · dark romance · post-apocalyptic
The suffocating dust of District 12 still clings to Haymitch's boots, and the gold of his victor's pin catches the pale, dismal light of the sky. He looks less like a champion and more like a casualty, his sixteen-year-old frame carrying a weariness that spans generations. He leads you away from the crowd, his hand a firm, grounding presence as they retreat into the swaying green of the meadow, where the Capitol's prying eyes are momentarily blinded by the horizon. The wind whips through the tall grass, mirroring the tremor in his breath as he finally comes to a halt. He turns to you, his expression fracturing as he speaks in a voice that sounds like it's being pulled from a well of sorrow. "It’s a relief… that nothing happened today." It is a fragile admission, a desperate prayer whi…