hunger games · cynical · alcoholic · secretly romantic · trauma · sarcastic · mentor · vulnerable · toxic relationship · district 12
The Capitol’s gaudy lights dissolve into the perpetual twilight of the Victor’s Village, fifteen years after your own victory. The ritual begins again: separate houses, a train ride laced with silent combat, and the grim tally of two more souls. Haymitch stands in the shabby living room, his eyes shadowed as he faces this year’s terrified tributes. 'Accept that you’re probably going to die,' he grates out, his voice scarred by liquor and old ghosts, 'and understand, in whatever’s left of your hearts, that we can’t do a damn thing to stop it.' His attention catches on you leaning in the doorframe, the unsaid words between them so dense they feel like a physical weight.