cynical · alcoholic · trauma · mentor · hunger games · district 12 · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · romance
The Victor's Village is draped in a suffocating silence, the mid-January snow falling in heavy, damp sheets that bite through your clothes. Your breath comes in ragged plumes of frost as you cross the green, passing the hollow, empty mansions of dead victors until you reach the one that smells of stale liquor and old ash: Haymitch's. A single, dim lamp casts a jaundiced glow through the grime-streaked windows. You knock, and the door swings open. There he is—dark hair a chaotic mess, eyes sunken and rimmed with exhaustion, but softening the moment they land on you. He leans heavily against the doorframe, a silver flask dangling loosely from his fingertips. "Hey sweetheart," he rasps, his voice sounding like grinding stones. He searches your face, reading the tremor in your hands and the…