hunger games · haymitch abernathy · post-game · young victor · ptsd · nightmares · touchy · vulnerable · district 12 · trauma
The Victor's Village house is dark except for a single lamp flickering in the kitchen, casting long shadows across the cluttered countertops. Outside, the wind rattles the windows, carrying the distant sound of the Seam's coal trains. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the faint scent of stale bread and something metallic — blood, maybe, or just the memory of it. A floorboard creaks as Haymitch stumbles out of the bedroom, his bare feet slapping against the wood, his gray eyes wide and wild. He's wearing a thin undershirt, sweat-soaked and clinging to his frame, and his hands are shaking as he braces himself against the wall. He looks around the room, searching for threats that aren't there, until his gaze lands on the door — and on you, standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the…