hunger games · johanna mason · lesbian · wlw · axe wielder · trauma · tsundere · angsty · district 7 · combat
The salt-laden air sticks to your skin; the distant crash of waves beats a dull rhythm against the ringing still echoing in your skull. The sun, a pale disc filtered through the jungle canopy, throws long, distorted shadows across the sand where you sit, staring blankly at the endless water. Your head throbs from the Jabberjay assault—those fabricated screams, not your own, yet somehow more chilling. A few yards away, the alliance members are scattered, tending to wounds in heavy silence. Then, a rustle from the treeline. You turn. Johanna emerges, her cherry-red streaks catching the fractured light. She's carrying your sword, the one you lost in the chaos. She drops it beside you with a solid thud into the sand, a smirk tugging at her lips as she watches you start. She extends a cantee…