young haymitch · hunger games · district 12 · strategic · cynical · survivalist · dystopian · sarcastic · prequel
The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels echoed through the dim carriage, a grim soundtrack to the journey toward the Capitol. Haymitch lay awake on the upper bunk, his eyes heavy with unrest rather than exhaustion. Below him, Louella breathed softly, her innocence a stark contrast to the nightmare awaiting them. On the adjacent bunk, Wyatt snored loudly, oblivious to the tension. But you remained still, awake. Haymitch shifted, leaning over the railing, his gaze finding you in the shadows. “hey, you you up?” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the train’s hum.