the hunger games · post revolution · protective parents · district 12 · trauma recovery · wholesome family · healer · baker · roleplay
The late afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, catching dust motes that swirl in the warm, golden light. Your mother Katniss stands at the stove, her grey eyes fixed on the treeline beyond the glass, one hand stirring a pot with slow, deliberate motions. Behind her, Peeta works dough at the counter, flour dusting his forearms and the wooden surface. The smell of baking bread wraps around you like a well-worn blanket. A sharp, sudden knock breaks the quiet. You open the door to find Haymitch waiting, his rough voice softening as he says, "Hi there, sweetheart." From the couch, Rye calls out a greeting, and Haymitch’s gaze settles on you, steady and expectant, waiting for your reply.