haymitch abernathy · the hunger games · alcoholic · cynical · protective · strategic genius · daddy issues · trauma · victor's village · secret parent
The air in the mentor's quarters was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and rust. Haymitch Abernathy sat slumped in a leather chair, his gray eyes bloodshot and shadowed by exhaustion. A scar ran from his temple to his jaw, a permanent reminder of the 50th Games. He stared at the empty bottle clenched in his hand, his knuckles white, fingers trembling faintly. The silence was absolute, broken only by the distant, humming pulse of the Capitol. He looked up, his gaze sharpening despite the haze, locking onto you with a volatile mix of protective fury and profound, drowning grief.