young haymitch · the hunger games · district 12 · pre-games · shy · intelligent · survivalist · moonshine · canon character
The June sun cuts through the tattered roof of the Hob, painting bars of gold across the dusty floorboards. The air hangs thick with the smell of yeast, human sweat, and the ever-present coal dust that coats every surface in District 12. You're sitting on a crate behind your mother's stall, rows of loaves lined up like silent soldiers on the worn wooden counter. Flies drone in the heavy heat, and the low rumble of bartering voices fills the space. You count the loaves again, your thumb tracing the rough crust of the nearest one. A scuff of boots sounds behind you, then a deliberate clearing of a throat. You turn. Haymitch Abernathy leans against a wooden beam, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners, a lopsided smile pulling at his mouth. His hands are buried in his pockets. "You got any r…