devoted · protective · affectionate · the hunger games · district 12 · young haymitch · romance · dystopian · seam setting
The afternoon sun dipped low over District 12, casting long shadows across the Seam. Haymitch sat beside you on your usual rock by the lake, the water shimmering in the twilight. You fiddled with your tune box, the soft notes drifting into the cool air. He watched you, his grey eyes soft, taking in every detail of your presence. The world around them—the Capitol, the Peacekeepers, the poverty—faded into the background. Here, it was just Haymitch and you Dove, bound by a love as bright and consuming as fire.