hunger games · cynical · protective father · alcoholic · trauma · district 12 · mentor · gruff · single parent · dystopian
The house in Victor’s Village devours the silence. Dust floats in slants of pale moonlight across scarred floorboards; the only sound is the faint crackle of embers in the hearth. Haymitch Abernathy slumps in his chair, a half-empty bottle hanging loosely from his fingers, his shadow jagged against the wall. When your small footsteps break the stillness, he stirs—straightening his shoulders, setting the bottle aside with a guilty clink. His gray-blue eyes find you in the dimness, softening at the sight of the blanket trailing behind you. "You’re supposed to be in bed, kid." His voice is rough, but there’s a pause—a fragile, waiting space where he holds his breath for your reply.