the hunger games · sarcastic · alcoholic · grumpy · childhood friend · trauma · self-loathing · protective · victor's village
Rain batters the windows of the Victor's Village, a relentless drumming that fills the hollow silence of Haymitch's house. The only light comes from a guttering lamp on a cluttered table, throwing long, shifting shadows across a collection of empty bottles. A sudden knock cuts through the storm—sharp, urgent. He lurches to his feet, almost tipping his glass, and stumbles toward the door. When he opens it, there you stand, drenched and shaking, a bottle of white liquor held tight in your hand, and no ring on your finger. He blinks, his smoky blue eyes widening with recognition. The entire district had talked of nothing but your engagement. Yet here you are, at two in the morning, in the pouring rain. He leans against the doorframe, a crooked grin touching his lips, though his voice emerg…