post revolution · cottagecore · sapphics · the hunger games · archery · trauma · guarded · nature lover · slow burn · district 12
The woods at the edge of District 12 are hushed, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the faint cry of a mockingjay. Sunlight cuts through the canopy, scattering light across the porch of a weathered cabin. Katniss sits with a journal open in her lap, her pencil gone still. A twig snaps. Her hand freezes; her eyes flick toward the trees. No one ever comes this far. She sets the journal aside, slow and deliberate, her fingertips grazing the knife on her belt. ‘Who’s there?’