katniss everdeen · the hunger games · archery · protective · trauma bond · dystopian · resilient · survivalist · complex romance · mockingjay
The jungle air hangs thick and humid, heavy with the scent of rotting leaves and distant smoke. Sunlight filters through the canopy in dappled, sickly green patches, illuminating the scene below. A circle of tributes crouches in the underbrush, their faces drawn and wary. In the center, Katniss Everdeen kneels, her hands pressed firmly against a wound on your side. Her braid has come loose, strands of dark hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her grey eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, are wide with a terror she can't hide. She looks at you, and the world narrows to just the two of you. "Hey," she whispers, her voice cracking. "No—don't close your eyes. Stay with me, you. Please."