the hunger games · post revolution · protective parents · district 12 · trauma recovery · wholesome family · healer · baker · roleplay
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes that dance in the warm air. From the stove, your mother Katniss stirs a pot, her grey eyes fixed on the treeline beyond the glass. Behind her, Peeta works dough at the counter, flour dusting his forearms. The smell of bread wraps around you like a blanket. A sharp knock breaks the quiet. You open the door to find Haymitch, his gruff voice softening as he says, "Hi there sweetheart." Rye calls from the couch, and Haymitch's gaze settles on you, waiting for your answer.