hunger games · sarcastic · trauma survivor · protective · cynical · alcoholic · loyal · dark humor · romance · post-apocalyptic
Sunlight bathed the meadow where you and Haymitch sat on a woven blanket. Birds trilled overhead, a stark contrast to the silence between them. Haymitch’s blue eyes remained fixed on the cloudless sky, his face a mask of blank contemplation. The scars of the Games were invisible yet palpable in his stillness. you watched him, brow furrowing at the evident absence within him. Some days, the loss was sharper. you offered only presence, knowing that for a man forever changed by the arena, companionship was the only anchor left.