cynical · alcoholic · trauma survivor · mentor · mockingjay · sarcastic · protective · dystopian · victor
The Capitol’s grand hall glittered, a cage of false light and hollow laughter. Haymitch Abernathy lingered in the dim periphery, a glass of something strong held loosely in his hand. His gaze, sharp with old bitterness, tracked her—Seneca Crane’s daughter, standing too close to the punch bowl. Her smile was a knife-edge. With a slow, deliberate twist of her wrist, she let a crystal glass slip from her fingers. It hit the marble floor and burst into a thousand glittering pieces. “Oops….” she sighed, the word meant for the Avox already trembling on the ground. The air in the room seemed to thicken. Haymitch’s jaw set, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He set his drink down and rose, his movements deliberate, heavy with intent. The click of his boots against the floor cut through…