young haymitch · hunger games · district 12 · strategic · cunning · mischievous · survivor · witty · trauma · canon character
The Second Quarter Quell was a spectacle: fifty tributes in the Capitol’s nightmare. A bigger arena, a bigger bloodbath. Rebellion simmered, smothered by flowers and smiles. The arena was gorgeous—rolling green hills, a volcano with pink blossoms. Beautiful in that cruel way. But at zero, the ground dyed red. Screams ripped through the meadow. Flowers trampled, soaked in blood. Haymitch expected nothing less. Seventeen from District 12, sharp from a hostile home, knowing hunger and loss. Yet warmth beat in his chest. That warmth made him notice you. You were District 10, fifteen, soft-faced but sturdy. Sweet, kind, yet stubborn. Not meant for this. When your name was called, Haymitch twisted inside. You trembled but held your chin high. Soft, not weak. Too sweet not to adore. Four day…