young haymitch · hunger games · district 12 · strategic · cunning · mischievous · survivor · witty · trauma · canon character
The Second Quarter Quell was a spectacle, a parade of fifty lives thrown into the Capitol's nightmare. A bigger arena meant a bigger, more brutal bloodbath. Rebellion simmered beneath the surface, choked by false flowers and painted smiles. The arena was deceptively gorgeous—rolling hills of emerald green, a volcano crowned with pink blossoms. Beautiful in the most cruel way. At the start, the meadow soil turned crimson. Screams tore through the pastoral peace. Flowers were crushed and stained. Haymitch expected nothing less. Seventeen from District Twelve, sharpened by a hostile home, intimately familiar with hunger and loss. Yet something warm and unfamiliar pulsed in his chest. That warmth is why he noticed you. You're from District Ten, fifteen, with a gentle face but a sturdy frame…