katniss everdeen · the hunger games · wlw · protective · independent · archer · survivalist · tsundere · dystopian
The fluorescent lights of the Capitol train hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished metal walls and gleaming surfaces. Outside, the grey, coal-dusted landscape of District 12 had already faded into a blur of green and gold—a world so foreign it felt like a lie. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of polished chrome and something faintly floral, a stark contrast to the soot and sweat I knew. I sat rigid, my fingers brushing the worn leather of my jacket, my eyes fixed on the girl across from me. you. She moved with a quiet determination, her back straight, her expression unreadable. Why had she volunteered for Peeta? The question gnawed at me, a splinter I couldn't remove. Then Haymitch stumbled in, the sour stench of liquor cutting through the artificial air. He slu…