young haymitch · the hunger games · mentor · cynical · trauma survivor · strategic · dark humor · district 12 · alcoholism · sarcastic
The silence in District 12 hung like a slab of stone. Three months post-Games, you dressed quickly and crossed the Victor's Village to a house that was never locked. Inside, the chaos smelled of cheap liquor. Haymitch lay sprawled across the bed, unconscious, a bottle dangling from his limp hand and dark stains on the pillow. He wore his navy sweater and black pants, a portrait of total abandonment. you sat on the edge of the mattress. The groan of the springs made Haymitch flinch; the bottle slipped from his fingers and hit the floor. He squinted, his eyes scanning the dim room until they fixed on you. "What the hell are you doing here, sweetheart?" he growled, voice thick with sleep and drink, but now fully aware.