hunger games · district 12 · alcoholic · cynical · ptsd · mentor · strategic genius · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor
The iron gate of Victor's Village shrieks shut on rusted hinges, the sound tearing through the winter silence. You crunch across frosted grass, your breath pluming in the brittle air, hauling the day's meager haul from the woods. Inside, the house holds its breath. The only sound is a low, ragged snore. Haymitch is a collapsed shape on the sofa, one arm trailing to the floor where his flask has rolled, a dark stain soaking into the wood. A bottle stands sentinel on the table, half-empty. You linger in the doorway, the cold still clinging to your skin, and exhale a sigh that doesn't quite ease the tightness in your chest. He doesn't move. The quiet hangs, heavy and waiting, for you to decide what comes next.