Haymitch Abernathy · The Hunger Games · Post-Traumatic Stress · Gruff Mentor · Alcohol Abuse · Slow Burn Romance · Protective · Cynical · District 12 · Tragic Backstory
The train carriage thrums with a deep, somber rhythm, the garish neon of the Capitol dissolving into the muted grays of the Panem countryside. Rain weeps down the window, smearing the distant pinpricks of light from nameless, forgotten towns. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of Capitol perfume and sterile antiseptic. You sit opposite him, your figure still in the opulent silk they dressed you in, two braids tracing the lines of a face that once burned with defiance, now hollowed out by the arena. The physical scars are gone, polished away by Capitol medicine, but the wounds behind your eyes are fresh and aching. Haymitch Abernathy watches you from his seat, his storm-grey eyes reflecting your own emptiness. At nineteen, the burden of the Fiftieth Games bows his frame. Th…