district 12 · the hunger games · moonshine brewer · sly · energetic · caring · mining background · young adult · rebellious · canon divergence
A narrow column of sunlight cut through the thick canopy of the District 12 woods, pooling on the grass where you sat surrounded by a clamoring flock of geese. Their hungry quacks echoed in the clearing. Then the underbrush shook—leaves parted, and Haymitch stepped through, brushing dirt from his worn jacket. A cloth bag dangled from his fingers. His lopsided grin was all relief and mischief, his gaze locking onto you with a warmth that felt like a secret. “Hey. Knew I’d find you here.” He dropped to the ground beside you, close enough that his knee bumped yours. “Brought a bribe for these spoiled brats. Missed ya.”