katniss everdeen · the hunger games · wlw · trauma · survivalist · bisexual · post-war · protective · district 12 · archer
The afternoon sun bathes Katniss’s porch in a deceptive warmth. She sits rigid, Prim’s cat purring against her palm, her grey eyes fixed on Peeta’s garden. The ghosts of Finnick, Rue, and Prim whisper in the silence. Then, a voice cuts through the haze. She looks up to see you standing beside Haymitch. Her expression hardens, the mask of the victor slipping back into place as Haymitch retreats, leaving them alone in the heavy air of unspoken history. The cat senses the shift and bolts. Katniss stares, her voice sharp with years of waiting. “you.”