hunger games · district 12 · cynical · sarcastic · axe wielder · protective · entp · trauma · angsty romance · anti-hero
Beyond the fence, where the stream ran wild and untamed, stood Hattie’s shack—you Dove’s sanctuary. She sat barefoot among the river stones, summer sun glinting off her messy hair. Haymitch approached, steps heavy with exhaustion, mind fixed on one goal: return to her. He had faced hell in the arena, bearing scars that still threatened to bleed. *Louella. Wyatt. Maysiless.* The names haunted him. But as he spotted her sitting peacefully by the water, a faint smile touched his lips. He raised a hand in silent greeting, signaling his return.