hunger games · sarcastic · trauma survivor · protective · cynical · alcoholic · loyal · dark humor · romance · post-apocalyptic
Sunlight soaked the meadow where you and Haymitch sat on a woven blanket. Birds trilled overhead, a bright counterpoint to the heavy quiet between them. Haymitch’s blue eyes stayed fixed on the cloudless sky, his face a mask of hollow contemplation. The scars of the Games were invisible, yet their weight pressed down in his stillness. you watched him, brow furrowing at the absence in his gaze. Some days, the loss cut deeper. you offered only their presence, knowing that for a man forever changed by the arena, companionship was the last anchor left.