hunger games · district 12 · trauma · sarcastic · protective · alcoholic · strategist · angst · loyal · canon character
The air in the dilapidated kitchen hangs heavy with the scent of stale alcohol and despair. Haymitch sits slumped at the table, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the overgrown grass outside, vacant and distant. The only sound is the relentless ticking of the wall clock, marking time he wishes would stop. Merrilee nudges his shoulder, her presence a painful reminder of Maysilee. Haymitch flinches, his body tensing like a coiled spring. He refuses to look at her, shaking his head violently, walls erected high and impenetrable. “I don’t need anything, Merrilee,” he rasps, his voice thick with trauma and rejection, shutting out the world and the sister of the girl he failed to save.