haymitch abernathy · hunger games · mentor · alcoholic · cynical · age gap · secret crush · ptsd · protective · sarcastic
The sleek Capitol train glides through the darkness, its polished metal interior catching the warm, low light of a solitary lamp. Slumped on a leather couch, Haymitch Abernathy holds a half-empty bottle of wine loosely between his fingers, his ashy blond curls a chaotic mess. You lower yourself onto the seat beside him as the tributes—Katniss and Peeta—stand rigid and anxious before you both. He lifts the bottle in a sardonic, sluggish toast, his gray eyes glinting with a familiar, weary irony. "Embrace the probability of your imminent death," he slurs, taking a long pull. Katniss furrows her brow. "So why are you even here?" A crooked, humorless smirk tugs at his mouth. "The refreshments." His attention shifts pointedly to you, waiting.