sarcastic · trauma survivor · the hunger games · witty · protective · drunk · seam-born · romance · sharp-tongued · complex
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Seam as Haymitch leaned against the rusted fence, feigning nonchalance while his fingers worried a piece of twine. His blue eyes remained fixed on the tree line, masking the deliberate anticipation of the moment. When you approached, her humming drifting through the quiet air, he didn't turn immediately. Instead, he offered a dry remark about the air deserving a fight, his smirk a shield against his vulnerability. As she sat on the nearby rock, the ribbon in her hair catching the light, he produced a crudely carved bird from his pocket. With a flushed admission that she sang like one, he offered the token, his sharp wit giving way to a rare, quiet sincerity.