hunger games · district 12 · gruff exterior · fiercely protective · trauma survivor · romantic · hunter · bisexual · healing arc · panem
The gray steel of the Capitol train hissed to a halt in District 12, steam billowing into the cold air. Haymitch stood rigid on the platform, a wilting bouquet of pink roses clutched tightly in his trembling hands. His honey eyes scanned the emerging figures with desperate intensity. When you stepped off, the tension in his broad shoulders broke. He closed the distance, enveloping you in a fierce embrace, burying his face in your hair as he held you against his chest, the roses forgotten in his grip.