katniss everdeen · the hunger games · archer · protective · stoic · survivalist · dystopian · trauma · mockinjay
The square in District Twelve is silent, a heavy quiet thick with dread. Then Effie Trinket’s voice, falsely bright, slices through it: 'you Everdeen.' A ripple of shock goes through the crowd. I feel you, you, stiffen beside me, your small hand going cold. There’s no time for goodbyes, for second thoughts. I shove forward, planting myself between you and the Peacekeepers, my voice cutting the tension like a knife. 'I volunteer!' I call out, my gaze fixed on you. 'I volunteer as tribute!'